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Breaking Doors to the other Side in 1967

The Doors

With an intoxicating, genre-blending sound, provocative and uncompromising songs, and the mesmerizing power of singer Jim Morrison’s poetry and presence, The Doors had a transformative impact not only on popular music but on popular culture.

The Doors’ arrival on the rock scene in 1967 marked not only the start of a string of hit singles and albums that would become stone classics, but also of something much bigger – a new and deeper relationship between creators and audience. Refusing to be mere entertainers, the Los Angeles quartet relentlessly challenged, confronted and inspired their fans, leaping headfirst into the heart of darkness while other bands warbled about peace and love. Though they’ve had scores of imitators, there’s never been another band quite like them. And 50 years after their debut album, The Doors’ music and legacy are more influential than ever before.

Morrison’s mystical command of the frontman role may be the iconic heart of The Doors, but the group’s extraordinary power would hardly have been possible without the virtuosic keyboard tapestries of Ray Manzarek, the gritty, expressive fretwork of guitarist Robby Krieger and the supple, dynamically rich grooves of drummer John Densmore. From baroque art-rock to jazz-infused pop to gutbucket blues, the band’s instrumental triad could navigate any musical territory with aplomb – and all three contributed mightily as songwriters.

The group was born when Morrison and Manzarek – who’d met at UCLA’s film school – met again, unexpectedly, on the beach in Venice, CA, during the summer of 1965. Though he’d never intended to be a singer, Morrison was invited to join Manzarek’s group Rick and the Ravens on the strength of his poetry. Krieger and Densmore, who’d played together in the band Psychedelic Rangers, were recruited soon thereafter; though several bassists auditioned of the new collective, none could furnish the bottom end as effectively as Manzarek’s left hand. Taking their name from Aldous Huxley’s psychotropic monograph The Doors of Perception, the band signed to Elektra Records following a now-legendary gig at the Whisky-a-Go-Go on the Sunset Strip.

Their eponymous first album, released in January 1967, kicked off with “Break on Through (to the Other Side)” and also featured the chart smash “Light My Fire”, the scorching “Back Door Man” and the visionary masterpiece “The End”. The Doors arrived fully formed, capable of rocking the pop charts and the avant-garde with one staggering disc. Before ’67 was over, they’d issued the ambitious follow-up Strange Days, with such gems as “Love Me Two Times”, “People Are Strange” and “When the Music’s Over”.

Next came 1968’s Waiting for the Sun, boasting “Hello, I Love You”, “Love Street” and “Five to One”. Over the next few years they minded over new territory on such albums as 1969’s The Soft Parade (featuring “Touch Me” and “Tell All the People”), 1970’s Morrison Hotel (which includes “Roadhouse Blues”, “Peace Frog” and “Queen of the Highway”) and 1971’s L.A. Woman (boasting “Rider’s on the Storm”, “Love Her Madly” and the title track).

They released six studio albums in all, as well as a live album and a compilation, before Morrison’s death in 1971. Their electrifying achievements in the studio and onstage were unmatched in the annals of rock; and though Morrison’s death meant the end of an era, Manzarek, Krieger and Densmore collaborated on two more original Doors albums, Other Voices and Full Circle, and a set of tracks they composed to accompany Morrison’s 1969 recording of his poetry, released in 1978 as An American Prayer. They also pursued individual music projects, books, theatrical productions and other enterprises – and remain restlessly creative to this day.

In the decades since the Doors’ heyday, the foursome has loomed ever larger in the pantheon of rock – and they remain a touchstone of insurrectionary culture for writers, activists, visual artists and other creative communities. Their songs, featured in an ever-increasing number of films, TV shows, video games and remixes, always sound uncannily contemporary. No matter how the musical and cultural tides turn, The Doors will always be ready to help a new wave of listeners break on through to the other side.

The Doors were inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame in 1993.

JIM MORRISON Singer for The Doors

At the center of The Doors’ mystique is the magnetic presence of singer-poet Jim Morrison, the leather-clad “Lizard King” who brought the riveting power of a shaman to the microphone.

Morrison was a film student at UCLA when he met keyboardist Ray Manzarek on Venice Beach in 1965. Upon hearing Morrison’s poetry, Manzarek immediately suggested they form a band; the singer took the group’s name from Aldous Huxley’s infamous psychedelic memoir, “The Doors of Perception.”

Constantly challenging censorship and conventional wisdom, Morrison’s lyrics delved into primal issues of sex, violence, freedom and the spirit. He outraged authority figures, braved intimidation and arrest, and followed the road of excess (as one of his muses, the poet William Blake, famously put it) toward the palace of wisdom.

Over the course of six extraordinary albums and countless boundary-smashing live performances, he inexorably changed the course of rock music – and died in 1971 at the age of 27. He was buried in Paris, and fans from around the world regularly make pilgrimages to his grave.

In 1978, the surviving members of the band – keyboardist Ray Manzarek, guitarist Robby Krieger and drummer John Densmore – reunited to record the accompanying music for An American Prayer, a compilation of Morrison’s poetry readings. He remains the very template of the rock frontman, and his singing, poetry and Dionysian demeanor continue to inspire artists and audiences around the world.

RAY MANZAREKKeyboardist for The Doors

Ray Manzarek was the architect of The Doors’ intoxicating keyboard sound. Manzarek’s evocative playing fused rock, jazz, blues, bossa nova and an array of other styles into something utterly, dazzlingly new.

The group was born in 1965, when Jim Morrison and Chicago native Manzarek — both UCLA film students — met on Venice Beach. The singer’s poetry was a perfect fit for the classically trained keyboardist’s musical ideas, and eventually they decided to form a band. Though several bassists auditioned for the group, none could match the bass lines provided by Manzarek’s left hand. Signed to Elektra Records, The Doors released six studio albums, a live album and a compilation before Morrison’s untimely demise in 1971.

Manzarek, Krieger and Densmore released two albums as a trio under the Doors moniker, with Manzarek and Krieger handling vocals. Manzarek next formed the group Nite City, which invited comparisons to Mott the Hoople and Aerosmith; the quintet released its one album in 1977.

The surviving Doors reunited to create a musical backdrop for Morrison’s recorded poetry on the 1978 release An American Prayer. Manzarek produced and performed on five of the L.A. band X’s albums, including Los Angeles, which remains one of the high-water marks of the punk movement. The keyboardist authored several books, and recorded numerous solo albums. Ray lived with his wife of 45 years, Dorothy, in Napa, CA until his passing in May of 2013 following his ultimately fatal bout with bile duct cancer.

JOHN DENSMORE Drummer for The Doors

Drummer John Densmore was far more than merely the rhythmic engine of The Doors. Strongly influenced by jazz skinsmen like Elvin Jones and the supple grooves of the Brazilian wave, he brought a highly evolved sense of dynamics, structure and musicality to his beats.

Inexorably drawn to music from childhood, Los Angeles-born Densmore honed his sense of dynamics playing with his high school marching band. In the mid-’60s he joined guitarist Robby Krieger in a band called Psychedelic Rangers; shortly thereafter they hooked up with keyboardist Ray Manzarek and Morrison, and an explosive chapter in the development of rock ‘n’ roll began. A raft of paradigm-shifting recordings and epochal live performances would follow.

Morrison’s death in 1971 marked the end of an era, though the surviving trio recorded two more albums of songs and an instrumental backdrop for the late singer’s recorded poetry.

The versatile musician explored reggae and jazz in subsequent projects, wrote books and articles and became active in L.A.’s adventurous theater community. He earned an L.A. Weekly Theatre Award for the music he created for the Tim Robbins-directed stage production Methusalem. He also co-produced the play Rounds, which was given the NAACP award for theatre in 1987.

Densmore’s autobiography, Riders on the Storm: My Life With Jim Morrison and The Doors, was published in 1991 and was a New York Times bestseller. He’s written articles and essays for Rolling Stone, London Guardian, The Nation, and many nationally syndicated newspapers.

ROBBY KRIEGER Guitarist for The Doors

With a flair for wicked bottleneck slide, exploratory solos and gutbucket grooves, guitarist Robby Krieger brought a stinging, sinuous intensity to the sound of The Doors. But he was also a key songwriter in the band and penned some of their biggest hits – notably their mesmerizing #1 hit, “Light My Fire.”

Before picking up the guitar at age 17, the L.A. native studied trumpet and piano. The inspiration for switching to guitar came not from rock ‘n’ roll, but Spanish flamenco music. His first guitar hero, however, was jazz legend Wes Montgomery.

After Morrison’s death in 1971, Krieger, Manzarek and Densmore carried on as a trio. They released two more albums as the Doors before calling it quits in 1973, though they did reconvene a few years later to create music for poetry Morrison had recorded shortly before his death, released as the 1978 album An American Prayer.

Krieger went on to enjoy success as a jazz guitarist, recording a handful of records with the Robby Krieger Band in the 1970s and ’80s. Versions (1983) and No Habla(1986) amply demonstrate his versatility. “I think playing guitar is probably the one thing that gets better with age,” he says.Robby Krieger is listed among Rolling Stone’s “100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time.”

Source: https://thedoors.com/the-band#:~:text=The%20group%20was%20born%20in,decided%20to%20form%20a%20band.

History of the album «The Doors» (1967)

«The Doors» is the first album of Americans united in the band of the same name. It was published by Elektra at the very beginning of 1967. Recognized as the best album of the group, and indeed collected a number of compositions that are rightfully considered masterpieces. On the initial release of the record – the label «Electra» with the image of a butterfly. Further re-releases of the album in this studio with the same catalog number EKS-47007 in the 1970s came out with red labels.

Creation of the group and the birth of its name

The group was formed after a sudden meeting between Jim Morrison and Ray on Venice Beach in Los Angeles in the summer of 1965. Having received a university education, Morrison lived as a representative of the «golden youth» and practically did not leave this beach. He knew Manzarek before – they studied at the film school of the University of California, and Morrison admitted to a former classmate that he composes songs.

Manzarek became curious, after which Morrison sang «Moonlight Drive» to him (this composition will become the main one in the group’s next album). Shocked Manzarek inspired Morrison to create a group.

He already had a similar musical experience – in «Rick & the Ravens» – two of his brothers played there – Rick and Jim. The band included drummer John Densmore of The Psychedelic Rangers (Psychedelic Hawks), whom Manzarek knew from teaching meditation training, and bassist Pat Sullivan was later added to the team. With this lineup, on September 2, 1965, they made a trial recording of 6 compositions on an acetate record at the World Pacific studio. Among them were «Moonlight Drive», «My Eyes Have Seen You», «Hello, I Love You», «Go Insane» (later known as «A Little Game» from the suite «Celebration of the Lizard»), «End of the Night» and «Summer’s Almost Gone». They only recorded three hours, but Morrison was impressed with his own voice on the recording. Only five copies were published, and one of them belonging to Morrison is preserved by Manzarek. For a long time the recording went in bootlegs, and then the studio decided to include it in the CD «The Doors’ box set» in 1997.

There were many attempts to promote this record, but – unsuccessful. After some time, disappointed with the result, the Manzarek brothers – Rick and Jim – left the group, predicting her imminent death. The new line-up included guitarist Robbie Krieger from the same band as Densmore. Sullivan also left the band after Manzarek started playing the bass part on Fender Rhodes keyboards.

It was then that the group began calling themselves «The Doors», a reference to Aldous Huxley’s novel The Doors of Perception (1954). And the author himself borrowed it from the lines of the English-speaking poet and artist William Blake. The idea is that when the «doors of perception» are clear, then all objects appear before consciousness in their original form: in infinity.

Special sound and first luck

The group had its own distinctive character and turned out to be quite noticeable among rock groups: they did not have a bass guitar at concert performances. Manzarek played bass parts with his left hand on the newly created Fender Rhodes Piano Bass module for the Fender Rhodes electric piano, while playing all other parts with his right hand. The debut album was recorded without a bassist, despite the fact that later they began to invite third-party musicians. A number of hits «The Doors» was the result of a joint work. Morrison or Krieger wrote the texts and the initial melody, then adjustments were made after a general discussion, the rhythm and melody changed, and sometimes even individual fragments of the composition: in particular, Manzarek with the organ prelude to “Light My Fire” was remembered.

By 1966, the group had finally become «their own», popular and recognized in the Whiskey a Go Go nightclub in the western part of Hollywood, on Sunset Boulevard. He was famous throughout California: The Byrds, Alice Cooper, Buffalo Springfield and Love periodically gave their concerts there. Then Frank Zappa and his «Mothers of Invention» entered into an agreement – it was after one of these club gigs. This famous club glorified Jimi Hendrix and Otis Redding, there were Englishmen – «The Kinks», «The Who», «Cream», «Led Zeppelin», «Roxy Music» and «Oasis».

It was here that The Doors were noticed by the head of the Elektra studio, Jack Holtzman, who attended the concert on the advice of Arthur Lee from the Love group, who collaborated with the Elektra studio. Together with Elektra producer Paul A. Rothschild, he was pleasantly surprised by the level of The Doors, and on August 18, 1966, a contract was signed. It must be admitted that this turned out to be most welcome for the musicians: a couple of days later they were scandalously dismissed from the nightclub. During the last concert, while playing the long composition «The End», Morrison, under the influence of drugs, hoarsely read his own version of the familiar Greek myth about Oedipus, talking about the intricacies of the famous «Oedipus complex», and then cursed loudly and dirty in front of the audience.

Birth of The Doors (1967)

Less than a week later, the musicians recorded their first record in the studio. The recording was actually live, some compositions – literally from the initial take. The first song «Break on Through (To the Other Side)» and the final one – «The End» – were originally released in abbreviated form – for censorship reasons. In the opening composition, Morrison endlessly and monotonously said: “She gets high She gets high She gets high” (Which means: “She’s crazy …”), and in the final of the last song of the album, “fuck” was repeated in the same tedious and monotonous way. In subsequent editions, these moments were accurately reproduced, as they were intended. And before the band had to accept the requirements of censorship, although the musicians still performed «Girl we couldn’t get much higher» on the famous television show with Ed Sullivan.

«Alabama Song» is a composition created by renowned playwright Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weil for their joint opera Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny. «Back Door Man» is a cover of Howlin’ Wolfe.

To sell the album, a film clip was made with the opening song, which was released as the single «Break On Through (To the Other Side)». At this stage, a serious foundation was laid for finalizing the video, shot specifically for the music. The next single «Light My Fire» broke records of popularity: it was published in the summer of 1967 and sold out in a million copies, remaining the leader of the Billboard for three whole weeks! After this precedent, the group began to be compared with the most popular representatives of the American counterculture – «The Byrds» and «Jefferson Airplane».

“Light My Fire” was then shortened for radio broadcast: if the original length of the song was 6:50, then in this version it is 2:52.

The gloomy mood of the album, the gloomy sexuality of leader Jim Morrison, his bohemian lifestyle impressed the Californian public. This rock album is recognized as one of the main ones that stood at the origins of the active protest movement of youth and the development of counterculture. In 1998, Q magazine ranked this album at number 93 on its list of the best of all music history. And «Rolling Stone» in 2003 ranked it at 42nd position among the 500 best.

Source: https://fuzz-music.com/en/the-doors-the-doors-1967/

The Legacy of Jim Morrison and the Doors

Nearly twenty-five years ago, in the middle of a season in which rock & roll was seeking to define itself as the binding force of a new youth community, the Doors became the house band for an American apocalypse that wasn’t even yet upon us. Indeed, the Los Angeles-based quartet’s stunning and rousing debut LP, The Doors, flew in the face of rock’s emerging positivist ethos and in effect helped form the basis for a schism that still persists in popular music. While groups like the Beatles or the many bands emerging from the Bay Area were earnestly touting a fusion of music, drugs and idealism that they hoped would reform — and redeem — a troubled age, the Doors had fashioned an album that looked at prospects of hedonism and violence, of revolt and chaos, and embraced those prospects unflinchingly. Clearly, the Doors — in particular the group’s thin, darkly handsome lead singer, Jim Morrison — understood a truth about their age that many other pop artists did not: namely, that these were dangerous times, and dangerous not only because youth culture was under fire for breaking away from established conventions and aspirations. On some level, Morrison realized that the danger was also internal – that the “love generation” was hardly without its own dark impulses. In fact, Morrison seemed to understand that any generation so intent on giving itself permission to go as far as it could was also giving itself a license for destruction, and he seemed to gain both delight and affirmation from that understanding.

Consequently, in those moments in the Doors’ experimental, Oedipal miniopera “The End,” when Morrison sang about wanting to kill his father and fuck his mother, he managed to take a somewhat silly notion of outrage and make it sound convincing, even somehow justified. More than the songs of Bob Dylan or the Rolling Stones, Morrison’s lyrics signified a recognition that an older generation had betrayed its children, and that this betrayal called for a bitter pay-back. Little wonder, then, that the Doors’ music (“The End” in particular) became such a meaningful favorite among young Americans fighting in Vietnam, in a war in which children had been sent to kill or die for an older generation’s frightened ideals. Other groups were trying to prepare their audience for a world of hope and peace; the Doors, meanwhile, were making music for a ravenous and murderous time, and at the group’s best, the effect was thoroughly scary and thoroughly exhilarating.

Now, a generation later — at a time when, at home, antidrug and anti-obscenity sentiment has reached a fever pitch and when, abroad, the Doors’ music is once again among the favored choices of young Americans fighting in a war — Jim Morrison seems more heroic to many pop fans than ever before. A film like Oliver Stone’s Doors — which is the most ambitious, epic-minded movie yet produced about rock culture and its discontents — can even make it seem that the band, in a dark way, has won its argument with cultural history. But back in the late 1960s, it seemed rather different. To many observers, it appeared that the group had pretty much shot its vision on its first album. By the Doors’ second LP, Strange Days (October 1967), the music had lost much of its edginess — the sense of rapacity, of persistent momentum, that had made the previous album seem so undeniable — and in contrast to the atmosphere of aggression and dread that Morrison’s earlier lyrics had made palpable, the new songs tended too often to melodrama (“Strange Days”) or to flat-out pretension (“Horse Latitudes”). It was as if a musical vision that only a few months earlier had seemed shockingly original and urgent had turned merely morbid, even parodic.

In addition, Morrison himself was already deeply immersed in the patterns of drug and alcohol abuse and public misbehavior that would eventually prove so ruinous to him, his band, his friends and his family. Some of this behavior, of course, was simply expected of the new breed of rock hero: In the context of the late 1960s and its generational schisms, pop stars often made a point of flaunting their drug use or of flouting mainstream or authoritarian morality. Sometimes this impudence was merely showy or naive, though on certain other occasions — such as the December 1967 incident in which Morrison was arrested after publicly castigating police officers for their backstage brutality at a New Haven concert — these gestures of defiance helped embolden the rock audience’s emerging political sensibility. More often than not, though, Morrison’s unruliness wasn’t so much a display of countercultural bravado as it was a sign of the singer’s own raging hubris and out-of-control dissipation.

In other words, something far darker than artistic or political ambition fueled Jim Morrison’s appetite for disruption, and in March 1969, at an infamous concert in Miami, this sad truth came across with disastrous results. In the film version of this incident, Oliver Stone portrays the concert as part pageant and part travesty, and while it was perhaps a bit of both, most firsthand accounts have described the show as simply a pathetic, confusing mess. The Doors had been scheduled to perform at 10:00 p.m. but had been delayed for nearly an hour due to a dispute with the show’s promoters. By the time the group arrived onstage, Morrison was already inebriated, and he continued to hold up the performance while he solicited the audience for more to drink. A quarter-hour later, after the music had started, Morrison halted songs midway and wandered about the stage, berating the audience to commit revolution and to love him. At one point, he pulled on the front of his weatherworn leather pants and threatened to produce his penis for the crowd’s perusal. (Oddly enough, though more than twenty years have passed, and more than 10,000 people, including band members and police officers onstage, witnessed Morrison’s performance, it has never been clearly determined whether Morrison actually succeeded in exposing himself that night.) Finally, toward the end of the show, Morrison hounded audience members into swarming onstage with him, and the concert ended in an easy version of the chaos that the singer had long professed to aspire to.

At the time, the event seemed more embarrassing than outrageous, but within days the Miami Herald and some politically minded city and legal officials had inflated the pitiable debacle into a serious affront to Miami and the nation’s moral welfare; in addition, Morrison himself was sized up as the foul embodiment of youth’s supreme indecency. The Doors’ nationwide concert schedule ground to an immediate halt, and in effect the band’s touring days were finished. Interestingly, amid all the hoopla that would follow — the public debate, the shameful trial for obscenity — almost nobody saw Morrison’s gesture for what it truly was: the act of a man who had lost faith in his art and his relation to the world around him. On that fateful evening in Miami, Jim Morrison no longer knew what his audience wanted from him, or what he wanted from himself for that matter, and so he offered his most obvious totem of love and pride, as if it were the true source of his worth. The Doors’ lead singer – who only two years before had been one of rock’s smartest, scariest and sexiest heroes — was now a heart-rending alcoholic and clownish jerk. He needed help; he did not merit cheap veneration, and he certainly did not deserve the horrid, moralistic brand of jail-house punishment that the state of Florida hoped to impose on him.

Of course, Morrison never received — or at least never accepted — the help that might have saved him. By 1970 the Doors were a show-business enterprise with contracts and debts, and these obligations had been severely deepened by Morrison’s Miami antics. As a result, the band would produce five albums over the next two years, including two of the group’s most satisfying studio efforts, Morrison Hotel and L.A. Woman, surprisingly authoritative, blues-steeped works that showed Morrison settling into a new, lusty and dark-humored vocal style and lyrical sensibility. But if Morrison had finally grown comfortable with the idea of rock & roll for its own sake, he also realized that he no longer had much of consequence to say in that medium. In

March 1971, Morrison took a leave of absence from the Doors, and with his common-law wife, Pamela Courson, moved to Paris, ostensibly to distance himself from the physical and spiritual rigors of rock & roll and to regenerate his vocation as a modern poet. Perhaps in time he might have come to a compassionate understanding of what he and his generation had experienced in the last few years, as the idealism of the 1960s had finally given way to a deflating sense of fear and futility. (Certainly there were glimmers in Morrison’s last few interviews that he had begun to acquire some valuable insight about the reasons for and sources of his, and his culture’s, bouts of excess.) As it turned out, Morrison simply continued to drink in a desolating way, and according to some witnesses, he sometimes lapsed into depression over his inability to reinvoke his poetic muse, taking instead to writing suicide notes.

Finally, at five in the morning on July 4th, 1971, Pamela Courson found Morrison slumped in the bathtub of their Paris flat, a sweet, still grin on his face. At first, Courson thought he was playing a game with her. On this dark morning, though, Morrison was playing no game. His skin was cold to his wife’s touch. Jim Morrison had died of heart failure at age twenty-seven, smiling into the face of a slow-coming abyss that, long before, he had decided was the most beautiful and comforting certainty of his life.

INITIALLY, MORRISON’S DEATH SEEMED TO BE the end for the Doors. The year before, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin had died as well, also of causes brought on by alcohol or drugs. Now, Morrison’s death — which had been more clearly foreseeable — made plain that early fatalities were likely to be one of the more frequent costs of rock heroism, that today’s brightest prodigy might be tomorrow’s next likely flameout. Though the surviving Doors — keyboardist Ray Manzarek, drummer John Densmore and guitarist Robby Krieger — went on to make two albums as a trio under the band’s name, they could never really rebound from Morrison’s death. If, in some ways, Morrison had turned out to be the band’s most troubling and limiting factor, he had also been the group’s central claim to an identity or purpose, and without him the Doors weren’t even a notable name.

Today, though, twenty years after Morrison’s death, the Doors enjoy a renewed popularity that shows no signs of abating — a popularity that might have proved far more elusive had Morrison survived and returned to the group. The roots for this renewal trace back to the middle and late 1970s and to the issues surrounding the advent of the punk movement. By 1976 many younger rock & roll fans and musicians began to feel that the pop world had lost touch with its sense of daring, that much of the music of the 1970s, and the work of the surviving mainstays of the 1960s, had grown too timid in content and too obsessed with privilege and distance. As punk rose, it brought with it a reevaluation of rock history, and as a result, some of the tougher-minded bands of the late 1960s — such as the Doors, the Velvet Underground, MC5 and the Stooges, all of which had explored some difficult and often unpopular themes during their short-lived careers — enjoyed a new currency that transformed them into some of American rock’s more enduring and pervasive influences.

The Doors’ revival was also helped along by Francis Coppola’s use of the band’s music in his film Apocalypse Now. Watching Coppola’s repellently beautiful immolation of the Vietnamese jungles by napalm, accompanied by Jim Morrison intoning “The End,” made it vividly plain that the best of the Doors’ music had all along been a brilliant and irrefutable soundtrack to one of the more notorious examples of modern-day hell. And finally, the Doors’ comeback owes a great debt to No One Here Gets Out Alive, Jerry Hopkins and Danny Sugarman’s highly sensationalistic (and probably frighteningly accurate) account of Morrison’s life and death. The book’s chief theme (a theme that has also been appropriated and advanced by Oliver Stone) is that “Jim Morrison was a god,” a dark-tempered, visionary poet who was also a heroic example of the wisdom that can be found by living a life of relentless excess.

In other words, Jim Morrison has gradually been rehabilitated into one of the more indelible, widely revered heroes of the 1960s. In part, this has happened because several of the people involved in this reclamation have a stake in redeeming Morrison’s legacy and because they have found that there is still a considerable career to be made in perpetuating his and the Doors’ history. But perhaps it is more interesting to ask why Morrison’s revival has played so well and so consistently with the modern rock audience of the last decade or so. In other words, what does a contemporary rock audience find in Morrison, or need from him, that cannot be found in the musicians of its own generation? After all, we are told repeatedly that this is a more conservative era and that in particular, today’s youth is far more conservative than the youth of the 1960s. If that’s the case, why does such a large audience continue to revere an artist who appeared to be so radically hedonistic (even nihilistic) in his outlook?

The truth is, Jim Morrison is the ideal radical hero for a conservative era. Though he may have lived a life of defiance and rebellion, it was not a defiance rooted in any clear ideology or political vision, unlike, for example, the brand of rebellion that John Lennon would come to aspire to. Morrison’s defiance had deep personal sources – it derived from a childhood spent in a family with a militaristic and authoritarian disposition. Consequently, Morrison’s mode of insurrection was hardly insignificant or without merit; indeed, it was often wielded as a badge of hard-won courage, and that courage is partly what today’s audience recognizes and loves about him.

But Morrison’s defiance often took the form of outright disregard — an absence of concern for how his impulses and temper not only could offend uptight moralists but could damage the people who loved and depended on him the most. In short, Morrison committed his outrages and cultivated his hedonism in sometimes remarkably conscienceless ways, and unfortunately, this habit may also be part of what many rock fans admire or seek to emulate about him. In a time when some pop stars try to engage their audience in various humanitarian and political causes, and in a time when numerous role models and authority figures advise the young to make a virtue of restraint or abstinence, there are many fans who are unmoved by these admonitions. A few artists, such as Guns n’ Roses, are seen as living out this bravado for today’s defiant types, but none, of course, has lived it out quite as effectively as Jim Morrison, who was fond of telling his audience, “I don’t know about you, but I intend to have my kicks before the whole fucking shit house explodes.” It isn’t so much a radical message, since radicalism aims to change something beyond the domain of the self. In a sense, it’s simply a dark extension of the philosophy of self-regard that has become so identified with the Reagan-Bush era. But the costs of this bravado can be sizable, and it would be nice if the custodians of Morrison and the Doors’ history were more scrupulous about how they portray the nobility of his excesses or the fascination of his death. But then, the myth of a young poet and libertine — who sought to test the bounds of cultural freedom and personal license; and who suffered the misunderstanding not merely of established American culture, but of family, friends and rock culture as well; and who died because he just could not reach far enough or be loved deservedly enough — is probably too good, and too damn lucrative, for any biographer to resist romanticizing or exploiting.

After all, in some respects death is the perfect preserving element of Morrison’s legacy. It has the twofold advantage of having halted the singer’s decline before he might have gone on to even worse behavior or art and, to a large degree, of helping absolve him of the failures of his last few years. It’s almost as if, somewhere, somehow, a macabre deal were struck: If Morrison would simply have the good grace to die, then we would remember him as a young, fit, handsome poet; we would forgive him his acts of disregard and cruelty and drunkenness and recall him less as a stumblebum sociopath and more as a probing mystic-poet. Plus, there’s a certain vicarious satisfaction to be found in his end. If you like, you can admire the spirit of someone who lived life and pursued death to the fullest, without having to emulate that commitment yourself. Morrison has saved his less nervy (and smarter) fans the trouble of their own willful self-negation.

And so Jim Morrison died, and then, with the help of former friends, band members and biographers, pulled off the perfect comeback: one in which the singer and his band might never disappoint our renewed faith, because there would be no new music, no new art, no new statements to test their continued growth or our continuing perceptiveness. In short, it was a comeback in which Morrison would be eternally heroic, eternally loved and eternally marketable.

Of course, it’s probably a bit graceless to beat up too much on a dead man — especially one who already beat up on himself plenty during life. So, let’s allow Jim Morrison his posthumous victory: If, in some regards, he was perhaps just a bit too mean-spirited or selfish to be an easy hero of the 1960s, he has certainly proven to be in step with the temper of the last decade. Never mind that he threw away his greatest visions and potential in an endless swirl of drugs, alcohol, insecurity and unkindness, and never mind that he is dead. Never mind, because in the end, death has been this rock hero’s most redeeming and most rewarding friend.

Source: https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/the-legacy-of-jim-morrison-and-the-doors-173068/

When You Are Strange (Documentary)

Break On Through (To the Other Side) – The Doors

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

… We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

… Yeah
C’mon, yeah

… Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get high
She get high
She get high
She get high, yeah

… I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, ow
Oh, yeah

… Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mare Nostrum

Mar MediterráneoMare nostrum

Los antiguos romanos lo llamaban Mare nostrum (nuestro mar), mientras que el nombre común actual proviene del latín mediterraneus, que significa “entre las tierras”, por lo que mar Mediterráneo significa “mar entre las tierras”. Esta masa de agua ha tenido un papel elemental en el desarrollo de las culturas orientales y occidentales, toda vez que fue navegado por griegos, fenicios, romanos, persas y turcos otomanos, solo por mencionar algunos. Es uno de los mares más destacados por su historia y su riqueza natural.

Descripción

El mar Mediterráneo es un mar intercontinental, es decir, está situado entre Europa, Asia y África al norte, este y sur, respectivamente; separa y conecta dichos continentes. Baña las costas de Albania, Argelia, Grecia, Bosnia y Herzegovina, Croacia, Chipre, Egipto, Francia, Israel, Italia, Líbano, Libia, Malta, Mónaco, Marruecos, Eslovenia, Montenegro, España, Siria, Túnez, Turquía y  varias islas que pertenecen a estos países, como las Baleares, las Cícladas, Creta, Sicilia, Cerdeña, Córcega, etcétera. En total, baña más de 20 países. Al sur está conectado con el mar Rojo por el Canal de Suez.

Abarca un área, sin incluir al mar Negro, de aproximadamente 2.5 millones de km2 y tiene una longitud máxima de unos 3,860-3,900 kilómetros. Su anchura máxima es de 1,600 kilómetros entre las partes más alejadas, y divide Europa y África por tan solo 14 kilómetros. La profundidad media del mar es de 1,500 metros, si bien cerca del Cabo Matapan alcanza hasta 5,400 metros. Su área se divide en mares más pequeños, según la Organización Hidrográfica Internacional (IHO, por sus siglas en inglés): Adriático, Egeo, Jónico Tirreno, de Liguria, Balear y de Alborán. El estrecho de Gibraltar es un cuerpo de agua también contenido en el mar.

El Mediterráneo se conecta con el océano Atlántico, su fuente de renovación y reposición de agua, únicamente por el estrecho de Gibraltar, por lo que su cuenca es casi completamente cerrada. Sus aguas poseen una salinidad superior a la del Atlántico puesto que registra poco movimiento de mareas. La evaporación es muy alta, especialmente en la parte este, y esto contribuye a aumentar el nivel de salinidad que a 5 metros de profundidad es de aproximadamente 3.8 por ciento.

Este gran cuerpo de agua es un importante modificador de clima en la región ya que disipa el calor. De hecho, existe un tipo de clima con el mismo nombre.

Formación

La formación del Mediterráneo es resultado de los movimientos geológicos que han ocurrido a lo largo de millones de años. En la actualidad se localiza donde las placas Africana y Euroasiática se conectan; la fricción entre ambas provocó hace tiempo la aparición de varios volcanes y canteras de mármol. Sin embargo, es posible que se haya originado a partir de otros cuerpos de agua: el mar de Tetis,  o quizá Neotetis.

Anteriormente se creía que la cuenca del mar Mediterráneo era un remanente tectónico directo del mar de Tetis, el cual separaba Gondwana de Laurasia durante el Mesozoico y parte del Cretácico. En el Jurásico y el Cretácico tardío, las placas Africana y Eurosiática se acercaban poco a poco, lo que llevó a lo que hoy son África, Arabia e India hacia la parte superior y a cerrar el océano Tetis. La cuenca del océano Neotetis fue resultado de la convergencia entre las placas Africana y Euroasiática.

Hace unos 6 millones de años, el cuerpo de agua que hoy se llama Mediterráneo estaba formado, pero comenzó a cerrarse en su parte oeste debido al acercamiento de África hacia Europa. Esto provocó que el agua se evaporara durante la crisis de salinidad de Messina, por lo que la cuenca se secó casi completamente hasta que a finales del Mioceno volvió a llenarse con agua del Atlántico por el estrecho de Gibraltar gracias a la inundación Zancliense. Sin embargo, es posible que el ciclo de desecación e inundación se haya repetido durante los últimos 630,000 años.

Biodiversidad

El mar Mediterráneo exhibe un bello color azul profundo que es hogar de más de 10,000 especies acuáticas. Como sus aguas provienen del Atlántico, la biodiversidad está compuesta casi exclusivamente por especies propias de dicho océano. En el Mediterráneo existen al menos 19 especies de cetáceos, por ejemplo: el delfín de Risso (Grampus griseus), el delfín listado (Stenella coeruleoalba), el delfín nariz de botella (Tursiops truncatus), el zifio de Cuvier (Ziphius cavirostris), el calderón común (Globicephala melas), el cachalote (Physeter macrocephalus), la orca (Orcinus orca) y la falsa orca (Pseudorca crassidens), solo por mencionar algunos.

Otras especies marinas comunes son la foca monje del Mediterráneo (Monachus monachus), la tortuga caguama (Caretta caretta), las merluzas, el atún rojo (Thunnus thynnus), el mejillón mediterráneo (Mytilus galloprovincialis), las sardinas, el pez espada (Xiphias gladius), la tortuga laúd (Dermochelys coriacea) y la lubina (Dicentrarchus labrax).

En este mar se reconoce un amplio rango de ecosistemas y, debido a que es más cálido y más salado que el Atlántico, mantiene varias especies que no se encuentran en otros mares u océanos, como la foca monje del Mediterráneo que es la única especie de pinnípedo en tal zona. Bajo el nivel del mar se encuentran praderas marinas, arrecifes de coral, montañas y fosas. En la cuenca, sobre el nivel del mar, habitan coníferas de las familias Ceratonia, Cupressaceae y Brassicaceae, así como olivos y demás plantas capaces de sobrevivir en el ambiente rocoso.

En total, la biodiversidad del mar Mediterráneo representa un 9.8 por ciento de la biodiversidad marina del mundo. Curiosamente, el mar representa solo un 0.7 por ciento de la superficie marina de la Tierra.

Amenazas

La pesca ha sido una actividad económica históricamente importante para los habitantes de la cuenca mediterránea; el lado negativo es que la sobrepesca es un problema en muchas partes del mar. Según la Agencia Europea de Medio Ambiente (European Environment Agency), más del 65 por ciento de las poblaciones de especies de la región mediterránea están fuera de los límites biológicos de seguridad. Muchas pesquerías locales están desapareciendo debido a la escasez de presas. Aunado a lo anterior, la captura incidental cobra la vida de millones de especies marinas.

Posiblemente, el principal problema del Mediterráneo es la degradación de sus hábitats, ocasionada por las múltiples actividades humanas en las poblaciones cercanas y las compañías que dependen de sus aguas y lo que hay en ellas. Existe una fuerte contaminación en muchas áreas, causada en parte por la escorrentía y el vertido de sustancias químicas de las industrias.

Fuente: https://www.geoenciclopedia.com/mar-mediterraneo/

El mar Mediterráneo: cuna de la civilización

La cuenca del Mediterráneo ha sido la cuna de la civilización mundial desde la aparición de los primeros asentamientos en Jericó en el año 9000 a. C. Conocido en inglés y en las lenguas romances como el mar situado «entre tierras», el Mediterráneo ha recibido y recibe numerosos nombres: mar Nuestro, para los romanos, mar Blanco (Akdeniz) para los turcos, Gran Mar (Yam Gadol) para los judíos, mar Medio (Mittelmeer) para los germanos y, de forma más imprecisa, Gran Verde para los antiguos egipcios.1 El mar Nuestro desempeñó un papel fundamental en la comunicación entre los pueblos circundantes y evitó conflictos entre aquellos pueblos de diferentes zonas de la cuenca que tenían, asimismo, intereses diferentes. No existe en el mundo otra cuenca similar. El mapa mundial ilustra el carácter único de la ubicación del mar Mediterráneo en el planeta: es suficientemente grande como para albergarnos a todos pero, al mismo tiempo, debido a su peculiar forma, con sus islas, bahías y estrechos, facilita la comunicación entre la población circundante. En apariencia, se trata de un mar cerrado, pero permite habilitar una serie de rutas principales de transporte entre las zonas oriental y occidental.

 El mar Mediterráneo es símbolo de creatividad, de búsqueda del sentido de la vida y de la sabiduría, así como de amor por el ser humano y la naturaleza. Este mar siempre ha sido un entorno capaz de engendrar a destacables personalidades que han realizado notables aportaciones al desarrollo histórico de la filosofía, el arte, la música, la literatura, la ciencia y la tecnología. La cuenca fue testigo de la expansión de gloriosas civilizaciones, de este a oeste, de norte a sur, desde Mesopotamia hasta Egipto, desde la península de Anatolia y Troya hasta Macedonia, desde las ciudades-estado griegas hasta la civilización fenicia, desde Cartago hasta Roma, desde Bagdad hasta Al-Ándalus, desde Bizancio hasta el Imperio Otomano y desde Alejandría hasta Bolonia, las cuales construyeron unos sólidos cimientos para las civilizaciones mundiales. No podemos imaginar la historia del mundo sin tener en cuenta a las civilizaciones egipcia, helénica, romana y otomana.

 LA HISTORIA DEL DESARROLLO INTELECTUAL EN LA CUENCA DEL MEDITERRÁNEO

 Fundada en el año 300 a. C., la Antigua Biblioteca de Alejandría en Egipto fue una de las mayores y más importantes bibliotecas del Mundo Antiguo. Los primeros avances en el ámbito del desarrollo intelectual surgieron en el Mediterráneo oriental y se centraron principalmente en el campo de la filosofía. La población circundante del mar Mediterráneo había tenido innumerables oportunidades para conocer otras culturas y aprender sobre el mundo y su realidad, comenzando por el Período Helénico, lo que dio lugar al surgimiento de filósofos y científicos que realizaron grandes aportaciones al desarrollo intelectual. Entre ellos podemos citar a Tales de Mileto, Anaximandro, Anaxímenes, Pitágoras, Xenófanes, así como a Diógenes de Apolonia, Hipócrates, Sócrates, Platón y Aristóteles (siglos VI, V y IV a. C.).

 La Edad Media fue la Edad de Oro para la población musulmana en la región y, entre los años 622 y 750 d. C., la expansión del Estado islámico, que tuvo su origen en la península arábiga, se extendió a Oriente Medio, parte de Asia Menor, Persia, el Norte de África y la península ibérica. Durante siglos, Al-Ándalus, en la península ibérica, y Marruecos constituyeron centros culturales alternativos a Bagdad. Desde el siglo VIII al siglo XV, muchos filósofos influyeron notablemente en el desarrollo de la filosofía islámica en la región, entre ellos, Jabir ibn Hayyan, Al Farabi, Al Biruni, Ibn Sina, Al Qushayri, Al Ghazali, Al Baghdaadi, Ibn Rushd, Jalal ad-Din Rumi e Ibn Khaldun.

 Desde la Antigüedad hasta los períodos de la Edad Media y el Renacimiento, la cuenca del Mediterráneo desempeñó un papel fundamental en la filosofía, el arte y la ciencia. Sin embargo, a partir del siglo XVIII, cuando se desarrolló la posibilidad de realizar viajes marítimos a gran distancia y se crearon nuevas rutas comerciales, la región del Mediterráneo comenzó a perder importancia en favor de otras zonas de Europa y América del Norte. De este modo, se produjo un desplazamiento en el desarrollo de la filosofía, la ciencia, la tecnología y el arte modernos, tanto de sur a norte como de este a oeste.

 LA HISTORIA DE LAS UNIVERSIDADES EN LA REGIÓN DEL MEDITERRÁNEO

 La lista de las universidades más antiguas del mundo varía en función de lo que entendamos por universidad. Si consideramos la universidad como una institución que concede títulos, todas las universidades más antiguas del mundo quedarán ubicadas en Europa, donde la expedición de certificados era una práctica extendida en la década de 1100. Las siguientes afirmaciones son reflejo de una visión reducida y eurocéntrica de la universidad: “la universidad es una institución europea” o “ninguna otra institución ha logrado extenderse por todo el mundo de la manera en que lo ha hecho la universidad europea tradicional”.2 En realidad, fue en los países de la región del Mediterráneo donde se fundaron las universidades más antiguas del mundo. En general, la lista de las universidades más antiguas no tiene en cuenta las civilizaciones antiguas de Grecia, Roma, China, la India o el mundo árabe, pero las instituciones educativas que estas crearon se ajustaban a la definición tradicional de universidad y, por tanto, deberían incluirse en dicha lista.

 Si elaboramos una lista de universidades basándonos en la definición reducida de las mismas como instituciones que conceden títulos, vemos que la universidad más antigua del mundo es la Universidad de Bolonia, fundada en 1088. De las 44 universidades más antiguas, 25 se fundaron en la cuenca del Mediterráneo, siendo la península itálica la región que abarca el mayor número de ellas, con 13 universidades.3 Ocho de las diez universidades más antiguas del mundo que han desempeñado su labor ininterrumpidamente hasta la actualidad se encuentran en el área mediterránea, lo que es un indicador del gran desarrollo intelectual que existía y aún existe en la región. Aunque las instituciones otomanas no estén incluidas en la lista, la Universidad de Estambul debería figurar en ella, puesto que fue creada en 1453 por el Sultán Mehmed el Conquistador. Otra institución importante, que constituye la primera institución de educación superior del Imperio Otomano, al margen de la educación religiosa, es la Universidad Técnica de Estambul, fundada en 1773.

 Si partimos de una definición más amplia de la universidad como “una institución de educación superior autónoma e independiente” y echamos un vistazo a las diez universidades más antiguas e importantes del mundo,4 obtendremos una lista diferente. Por definición, la universidad se desarrolló en un primer momento como una institución religiosa (madrasah) surgida en el mundo medieval islámico. La primera fue la Universidad de Al-Karaouine, creada en el año 859. El resto de universidades islámicas de la cuenca fueron la Universidad de Al-Azhar, fundada en Egipto en el año 972 y la de Nizamiyya, establecida en Irán en 1065. Otras universidades de la lista son las de Bolonia, París, Oxford, Montpellier, Cambridge, Salamanca y Padua, todas ellas muy influidas por la cuenca del Mediterráneo.

 A partir de 1500, se fundaron numerosas universidades por todo el mundo y surgieron numerosos tipos diferentes de instituciones de educación superior. La educación superior aún se encuentra en una fase de transición, debido a la presión de la globalización, pero resulta evidente que el papel de la universidad como institución sigue ganando importancia y que las expectativas de la sociedad con respecto a la universidad están experimentando una rápida transformación en el cambiante contexto actual. Puede que existan diferentes maneras de definir la universidad, pero lo que es seguro es que la universidad es un producto de la región del Mediterráneo.

 No disponemos de datos fiables relativos al número de universidades que existen en la cuenca del Mediterráneo o al número de universidades mediterráneas capaz de competir a nivel mundial, pero el rico legado histórico de esta región ha creado un excepcional entorno intelectual que ha propiciado, durante siglos, el surgimiento de múltiples filósofos, artistas, músicos y científicos de fama mundial.

 UNIVERSIDADES UNIDAS POR EL VÍNCULO DEL MAR

 La población, los países, las culturas y las instituciones circundantes del mar Mediterráneo comparten una serie de valores y características comunes que han permitido desarrollar con éxito numerosos proyectos y, seguramente, continuarán haciéndolo. Las universidades mediterráneas, cuya principal ventaja radica en su amplia cultura intelectual y en la cohesión social existente entre su personal y sus estudiantes, pueden desempeñar un papel fundamental en las relaciones entre Oriente y Occidente, así como entre Norte y Sur. Una de las ventajas evidentes es la movilidad de estudiantes y docentes. Las estadísticas del Plan de Acción de la Comunidad Europea para la Movilidad de Estudiantes Universitarios (ERASMUS) muestran que, entre 1987 y 2011, más del 46% de la movilidad de estudiantes y docentes correspondía a países mediterráneos (ANEXO 01SM: Estudiantes salientes del programa Erasmus desde el curso 1987/1988 al 2010/2011). La movilidad ayudará a las universidades mediterráneas a ampliar sus horizontes y convertirse en instituciones de carácter mundial.

 Las redes universitarias constituyen otro factor importante y, para poder comprender el papel que estas pueden desempeñar en dicho proceso, resultará útil repasar brevemente las redes existentes en la región. La Comunidad de Universidades del Mediterráneo (CUM), es una de las redes universitarias más antiguas de la región del Mediterráneo. Su creación data de 1983, cuando tenía su sede en la Universidad de Bari. Dicha red está compuesta por más de 160 universidades de 12 Estados europeos y 9 Estados árabes. La CUM también ha establecido sólidos vínculos con organizaciones de carácter supranacional, como la Organización de las Naciones Unidas para la Educación, la Ciencia y la Cultura (UNESCO), la Unión Europea y el Consejo Europeo. El primer acuerdo de cooperación, firmado con la UNESCO el 7 de octubre de 1992, fue sucedido por otro firmado el 2 de agosto de 1997, que reconocía oficialmente a la CUM como organización no gubernamental. En su página web, podemos encontrar un mensaje muy ilustrativo: “múltiples voces, una sola cuenca”. En una misma región encontramos múltiples voces: la CUM queda lejos de ser la única red de universidades mediterráneas existente —de hecho, hay otras muchas—. Entre ellas están la Red Mediterránea de Escuelas de Ingeniería (RMEI), la Universidad Euromediterránea de Eslovenia, red creada por un grupo de universidades mediterráneas, la red de universidades mediterráneas Unión de Universidades del Mediterráneo, que es una de las Redes Universitarias del Banco Europeo de Inversiones, con sede en Roma y compuesta por 84 universidades miembros, y el Foro Euromediterráneo, integrado por unos 100 miembros.

 Dichas redes tienen misiones similares, pero hasta hace poco no existía una comunicación eficiente entre ellas. Hace unos diez años, la CUM y la RMEI decidieron hacer coincidir las fechas y universidades de celebración de sus reuniones. Se organizaron varias reuniones conjuntas en Rabat, Atenas y Esmirna. Asimismo, decidieron empezar a enviar recíprocamente representantes de una a las reuniones de la otra. Otro avance fue el incremento de la cooperación entre la Red de Universidades del Mar Negro, la CUM y la RMEI. Algunas universidades miembros de estas redes han desempeñado un papel importante a la hora de establecer relaciones entre estas tres organizaciones durante la última década. Lo más significativo es que, aunque es bueno contar con múltiples voces, estas redes (cada una de las cuales tiene entre 100 y 200 miembros) funciona de manera independiente. Ha llegado el momento de reflexionar sobre cómo lograr una colaboración entre todas estas redes y crear una organización coordinada más eficaz y eficiente, capaz de representar a las universidades mediterráneas en cualquier foro. Si las redes de universidades mediterráneas son capaces de organizarse por sí mismas para trabajar de manera conjunta, el impacto de dichas redes será mucho mayor, no solamente en la cuenca del Mediterráneo, sino también en el contexto europeo y mundial.

 A pesar de que históricamente han existido conflictos entre diversos grupos de la región, también han existido siempre aspiraciones y actitudes creativas e intelectuales comunes y, durante siglos, dichos grupos han trabajado juntos y aprendido mutuamente en ámbitos como el comercio, así como las artes y las ciencias. Los cambios globales experimentados en los últimos años, como el aumento de la movilidad y la comunicación internacional, pueden generar oportunidades y la necesidad de establecer una interacción y cooperación interculturales aún mayores entre las redes de universidades y dentro de ellas, con el fin de aumentar el intercambio de experiencias y recursos en la cuenca del Mediterráneo.

Fuente: https://www.un.org/es/chronicle/article/el-mar-mediterraneo-cuna-de-la-civilizacion

10 curiosidades sobre el mar Mediterráneo

El Mar Mediterráneo es una de las principales zonas de turismo del mundo, cada año millones de turistas disfrutan de su clima y visitan sus costas, conocidas pro sus magníficas playas y temperaturas agradables.

Este mar se considera uno de los principales mares del mundo, tanto por su dimensión, como por el papel clave que tuvo en el desarrollo de nombrosas civilizaciones, tanto occidentales como orientales, que pasaron a lo largo de la historia de la humanidad por esta masa de agua, tales como los egipcios, los fenicios, los griegos, los romanos o los persas, entre muchos otros.

En esta entrada profundizamos en este mar y os mostramos 10 curiosidades, con el objetivo de poder aproximaros más a el.

1. Un mar en situación exterma

El mar Mediterráneo está separado del Atlántico por el estrecho de Gibraltar, unos 14 km separan África de la Península Ibérica Pero hace más de 6 millones de años la cuenca del Mediterráneo no se encontraba de esta forma.

El Mar Mediterráneo se puede considerar descendiente del Mar Tetis, el primer mar que apareció hace unos 250 millones de años, antes de la aparicion del Océano Índico.

El periodo más difícil para el Mediterráneo fue hace 6 millones de años, las tierras, que más tarde formaron el estrecho de Gibraltar, se cerraron por el choque de las placas tectónicas, la placa Africana y la placa Euroasiática, y aislaron el Mar Mediterráneo. Este mar se fue evaporando para formar una profunda y seca cuenca, no había suficiente con la llegada de agua de los ríos Mediterráneos, y así fue como la cuenca del Mediterráneo se secó y quedó con una serie de cuencas pequeñas e hipersalinas. Este período se conoce hoy en día como la crisis del Mesiniáno, el cual llegó a su fin hace 5,33 millones de años con la apertura definitiva del estrecho de Gibraltar.

El estrecho se volvió a hundir y el Mar Mediterráneo renació con una cascada masiva del Océano Atlántico, que erosionó todavía más el estrecho de Gibraltar, haciéndolo más profundo y provocando una de las inundaciones más masivas de la historia geológica del planeta. Se cree que el Mediterráneo se volvió a llenar del todo en tan solo dos años.

2. Un mar con muchos nombres

Como este mar ha tenido un papel clave en el desarrollo e historia de diversas civilizaciones, tiene una gran diversidad de nombres. Los antiguos romanos lo denominaban «Mare nostrum», que quiere decir «mar nuestro» en latin.

Para algunos egipcios era «el Gran Verde»; en árabe se le llama «mar intermedio» («al-Baḥr al-Mutawāsiṭ”), y los turcos lo llaman «mar blanco» (“Ak Deniz”). En griego se le llama «Mesogeios Thalassa», que quiere decir «mar entre as tierras»

Finalmente, el nombre de Mar Mediterráneo proviene también del latín «Mar Medi Terraneum» y significa, igual que en griego, «mar en medio de las tierras».

3. Baña 21 países

El Mar Mediterráneo es un mar intercontinental, es decir, está situado entre Europa Asia y África. Sus aguas bañan las costas de 21 países, 69 ríos desenvocan en este mar y cuenta con diversos puertos importantes de gran actividad.

Este gran cuerpo de agua es un importante modificador del clima, ya que retiene el calor. De hecho, existe un tipo de clima que tiene su nombre: el Clima Mediterráneo. Este clima lo podemos encontrar, además de en toda la cuenca mediterránea, entre los 30º y 45º de latitud del Ecuador, partes del extremo de sur África, del oeste de Australia, de Chile, de California y Oregón.

4. Un mar salado

La cuenca del Mediterráneo se considera una cuenca semi cerrada porque su única conexión con el océano es el Estrecho de Gibraltar, que separa Europa de África, donde el punto mas estrecho es de 14,4 quilómetros. Este estrecho también era la única fuente de renovación y reposición de agua de manera natural, junto con las lluvias y los ríos.

El Mar Mediterráneo es un mar con fuerte salinidad, la cual a 5 metros de profundidad es de un 3,8%. Esta alta salinidad es debida a que pierde tres veces más agua por evaporación en comparación con el agua dulce que recibe de los 69 ríos que desembocan en él.

Actualmente hay otra conexión con un mar vecino, el Mar Rojo, mediante el canal de Suez construido por el hombre, y que tiene una enorme importancia para el abastecimiento europeo de petróleo y para el comercio mundial en general, ya que permite la comunicación marítima entre Europa y Asia sin tener que rodear continuamente África. Por otro lado este canal ha jugado un papel muy importante con las especies invasoras, ya que la mayoría de especies introducidas en el Mediterráneo provienen del Mar Rojo.

5. Representa un 1% de la superficie de los océanos

El Mar Mediterráneo es uno de los mas grandes del mundo, con unos 2.500.000Km2 aprox, una longitud máxima de 3.900 Km, un total de 46.000 Km de litoral y una anchura máxima de 1.600 Km en las partes más alejadas. Con todo esto, supone solo un 1% de la superficie oceánica total del planeta.

6. Profundidad máxima de más 5.000 metros

Tiene una profundidad media de 1,5 Km, concretamente 1.430 m, pero la costa mas profunda se encuentra en la Fosa de Matapan, en el mar Jónico y cerca de Grecia, con unos 5.121 m de profundidad. Las grandes planicies oceánicas se encuentran entre los 2.500 y los 3.000 m.

7. Mar formado por otros mares

El Mar Mediterráneo es tan grande que lo podemos dividir en otros mares más pequeños.

En total son 13 mares menores que forman el Mar Mediterráneo: El mar de Alborán, entre España y Marruecos, el mar Menor al sur-este de España, la lagúna de Nador al norte de Marruecos, la mar Balear entre la costa de la península ibérica y Cerdeña, el mar de Ligúria entre Córsega y Ligúria, El mar Tirreno, el mar Adriático, el mar Jónico, el mar Egeo entre Grecia y Turquía, el mar de Creta entre la isla de Creta y las islas Cíclades, el mar de Líbia entre los golfos de Sidra y Gabés, el mar de Silícia entre Turquía y Chipre y el mar Levantino.

8. Un mar muy fértil

Aún ocupando menos del 1% de la superficie oceánica del planeta, el Mar Mediterráneo es uno de los mares con más biodiversidad marina del planeta, posicionándose el cuarto de la lista, debajo de las aguas Australianas, las japonesas y las chinas, con más de 17.000 especies marinas descritas y un amplio rango de ecosistemas.

Posee zonas de elevada concentración de especies con imprtáncia ecológica, como por ejemplo el Estrecho de Gibraltar o el Mar de Alborán.

Se cree que mas de 2.000 millones de aves de 150 especies diferentes realizan cada año sus migraciones a lo largo de este mar.

Como sus aguas provienen también del Atlántico, la biodiversidad está compuesta por muchas de las especies de este océano. Hay catalogadas unas 10.000 especies animales, de las cuales 12 son cetáceos – delfines, ballenas – entre las cuales se incluyen los delfines Mulares (Tursiops truncatus), los Cachalotes (Physeter macrocephalus) y los Rorcuales (Balaenoptera physalus).

Pero también encontramos especies endémicas, es decir, que solo se encuentran en el Mar Mediterráneo, por el hecho de que es más cálido y salado que el Atlántico; como la Posidónia (Posidonia oceanica), una planta que forma los hábitats principales de muchos peces y anémonas, o el viejo marino, una foca que solo vive aquí (Monachus monachus) y es el único pinnípedo de la zona.

9. Nº1 de especies invasoras

Aún con su gran diversidad, aproximadamente un 4% de las especies que habitan este mar son especies invasoras; se han listado un total de 637 especies invasoras, de las cuales más de 200 son moluscos y 106 crustáceos.

Estas más de 600 especies conforman una gran diferencia con la segunda masa de agua con más invasoras de la lista, la zona europea del océano Atlántico, que cuenta con unas 245 especies invasoras. Los científicos creen que la gran mayoría de estas especies provienen del Mar Rojo, las cuales entraron en el Mediterráneo a través del Canal de Suez.

10. Un mar en amenaza

La pesca ha sido y es una actividad económica e históricamente importante para los habitantes de la cuenca del Mediterráneo, pero las nuevas tecnologías y la demanda de alimento han comportado que la sobrepesca sea un problema en muchas partes del mar.

Según la Agencia Europea del Medio Ambiente (European Enviroment Agency), más del 65% de las poblaciones de especies de la región están fuera de los límites biológicos de seguridad; muchas pesqueras locales desaparecen a causa de la escasez de presas. El Mediterráneo es, según el informe  SOFIA 2018 de la FAO, el mar más sobre explotado del mundo juntamente con el mar Negro, y el 62,2% de su estoc de pesca se encuentra en una situación de insostenibilidad.

El cambio climático está aumentando las temperaturas superficiales de las aguas, a un ritmo muy acelerado en concreto en el Mediterráneo, a la vez que aumenta su evaporación y a consecuencia su salinidad, con lo que afecta a todos los organismos que habitan este mar.

Por otro lado, las especies invasoras mencionadas anteriormente también son una amenaza, ya que compiten directamente con las especies autóctonas y provocan cambios y desequilibrios en la red trófica. El cambio climático también favorece la llegada de especies invasoras, naturales de aguas históricamente más calientes que las del Mediterráneo.

También existe una fuerte contaminación en muchas áreas costeras, causada en parte por la escorrentía y el vertido de substancias químicas industriales, el Mediterráneo es considerado el más contaminado por tener las tasas más elevadas de hidrocarburos y contaminantes del mundo.

Para acabar, la gran demanda de turismo también provoca problemas con la masiva edificación de las costas o la gran contaminación que provocan los cruceros entre otros.

Aun así, el principal problema del Mediterráneo es la degradación de sus hábitats, ocasionada por las múltiples actividades humanas en las poblaciones cercanas; la desaparición de las praderías de Posidonia oceánica, declarada patrimonio de la humanidad por la UNESCO, causa graves problemas a los ecosistemas naturales, ya que muchas especies se quedan sin hábitat donde resguardarse de las corrientes, donde reproducirse, o alimentarse y la mayoría no encuentran como adaptarse a estos cambios.

Fuente: https://anellides.com/es/blog/10-curiosidades-sobre-el-mar-mediterraneo/

Salva el Mediterráneo

Nuestro mar está sobreexplotado, contaminado por vertidos y sofocado por un tráfico marítimo y turismo excesivos. ¡Protección para el Mediterráneo Ya!

El Mediterráneo, el Mare Nostrum, no sólo es la cuna de antiguas civilizaciones y uno de los lugares más concurridos del planeta, sino también una de las áreas más importantes para la biodiversidad marina en nuestro planeta. 

Aunque representa menos del 1% de la superficie de los océanos del planeta, este mar alberga 1 de cada 10 especies marinas, de las que el 28% son únicas. Entre otras destacan las poblaciones residentes de 8 especies de cetáceos, además de poblaciones de tortuga boba y verde, foca monje y más de 70 especies de tiburones y rayas. 

EL MAR MÁS CONTAMINADO DEL MUNDO 

Pero también se trata de uno de los mares más amenazados y que sufren las mayores presiones por parte del ser humano. Los 200 millones de turistas anuales que visitan la costa mediterránea generan grandes presiones urbanísticas en la costa, contribuyen al incremento de la contaminación y de los vertidos de plásticos al mar e impiden que las tortugas marinas puedan hacer sus nidos en sus áreas habituales.

El Mediterráneo es el mar más contaminado del mundo y está considerado la sexta zona de mayor acumulación de residuos marinos, concentrando el 7% de los microplásticos del planeta. Esto es un grave problema para todo el ecosistema y para especies tan emblemáticas como tortugas o cetáceos que pueden al ingerir grandes trozos de plásticos.

VÍCTIMAS DE LAS REDES FANTASMA

Además, son vícitmas de  las llamadas redes fantasma, restos de redes y aparejos de pesca abandonados en las que se enredan distintas especies, lo que provocan la muerte. Globalmente el 45% de los mamíferos marinos, el 21% de las aves marinas y todas las especies de tortugas marinas se han visto afectadas por estos desechos marinos. La intensa actividad pesquera también produce un grave impacto en muchas especies: el 75% de las pesquerías evaluadas están sobreexplotadas. 

TRAMPA MORTAL PARA LOS CETÁCEOS

El Mediterráneo concentra el 25% del tráfico marítimo mundial, lo que supone graves daños para los mamíferos marinos (ruido, colisiones, molestias etc.) Un nivel de tráfico que se ha duplicado desde 2002. Este aumento ha disparado el número de pasajeros de cruceros en Mediterráneo de 8,7 a 30 millones en tan solo una década.  El turismo de lujo también está sofocando nuestros mares: más de la mitad de los superyates del mundo surcan las aguas del Mediterráneo cada verano con un incremento de las necesidades de infraestructuras en la costa.

Los resultados de todas estas presiones son realmente dramáticos. Desde ballenas que son golpeadas por barcos, tortugas que ingieren plástico y compiten con los turistas en sus playas de anidación, hasta tiburones amenazados por la sobrepesca. Como consecuencia las poblaciones de mamíferos marinos se han reducido en un 41% en los últimos 50 años. Más de la mitad de las especies de tiburones y rayas que se encuentran en el Mediterráneo están clasificadas como en peligro de extinción. Solo quedan unas 400 focas monje en el Mediterráneo.  

COMO UNA SOPA 

El mar Mediterráneo está sufriendo de manera muy directa el impacto del cambio climático y se calienta un 20% más rápido que la media mundial. Desde zonas más cálidas ya han aparecido al menos 1.000 especies invasoras que desplazan a las autóctonas y destruyen hábitats importantes.

MEDITERRÁNEO PROTEGIDO YA

Solo el 1.27% del Mediterráneo está protegido de una forma efectiva,  mientras que los acuerdos internacionales establecen un mínimo de un 10% y los principales científicos del mundo recomiendan que, al menos, el 30% del mar debería estar protegido a través de espacios marinos protegidos y otras medidas de conservación y gestión de los ecosistemas más vulnerables. 

CONOCEMOS LA SOLUCIÓN

Con nuestro trabajo demostramos que la protección de los mares es una solución posible y necesaria. Además de luchar contra la contaminación por plásticos y promover la pesca sostenible, desde WWF estamos impulsando la creación de una red de áreas protegidas donde las especies pueden encontrar refugio y recuperar sus poblaciones, donde actividades como la pesca sean sostenibles y donde el tráfico marino no cause daños a la fauna marina. Las Reservas Marinas de Tagomago, de las Islas Medas, de Tabarca, de Columbretes, el Parque Nacional de Cabrera, entre otros muchos casos demuestran que es posible.

El Mediterráneo nos está llamando y pidiendo ayuda urgente. Lo estamos asfixiando cada vez más. Tenemos que actuar ya.

Fuente: https://actua.wwf.es/es/salva-el-mediterraneo?gclid=CjwKCAjw3K2XBhAzEiwAmmgrAio4TXX2t-6rCzPCa1uOGgf2FL_WkvKTcMHY9u7k6xEPUYVSUm4QtBoCzMMQAvD_BwE

La historia tras ‘Mediterráneo‘, la gran canción de Joan Manuel Serrat

Joan Manuel Serrat ha anunciado recientemente que se retira de los escenarios después de más de 50 años. Lo hará a lo grande, con El vicio de cantar 1965-2022, una última gira que le permita despedirse como él quiere y no de la forma precipitada en que la pandemia ha obligado a cancelar miles de conciertos y giras por todo el mundo.

Esta última gira tendrá comienzo en abril de 2022 en el Beacon Theatre de Nueva York, para después recalar en Sudamérica y finalmente regresar a España para la época estival, donde ofrecerá el primer concierto el 8 de junio en Murcia y el último el 23 de diciembre en el Palau Sant Jordi de Barcelona.

Pero aunque el próximo año sea la última oportunidad de poder disfrutar del cantautor catalán sobre los escenarios, su legado musical se reparte en 20 discos en castellano, 11 en catalán, ocho en directo y más de una veintena de álbumes recopilatorios; además de otros trabajos discográficos al que se le ha rendido homenaje a su figura.

‘Mediterráneo’, la canción insignia de Serrat

Son muchas las canciones de Serrat que han calado en la historia de la música popular en España y otros países de habla hispana, pero sin duda Mediterráneo es la gran canción de ‘el nen de Poble Sec’ (el niño de Poble Sec).

Este tema, incluido en el álbum con el mismo nombre publicado en 1971, fue elegida por votación popular como la mejor canción de la historia de la música popular en España en 2004 en el programa de televisión Nuestra mejor canción. Además, también fue elegida la mejor canción del pop español por la revista Rolling Stone en 2010 y en 2019 fue elegida como la mejor canción jamás cantada por votación popular en el programa de TVE con el mismo nombre.

Leyendas urbanas acerca de la historia de ‘Mediterráneo’

Existen varias leyendas urbanas que se han popularizado sobre la historia que hay detrás de esta canción. Una de ellas, cuenta que Serrat escribió Mediterráneo a finales de 1970, cuando se encerró en el Monasterio de Montserrat junto a otros intelectuales y artistas en señal de protesta contra del Proceso de Burgos.

Otras historias cuentan que Serrat había pensado llamar a esta canción Amo el mar o Hijo del Mediterráneo.

La historia real de ‘Mediterráneo’

El propio Serrat explicó durante una entrevista con El País dónde compuso Mediterráneo y qué le inspiró para hacerlo: el exilio y la añoranza a su tierra.

“Estaba en México, llevaba semanas en el interior. Soñaba, literalmente con él. Agarré el coche y me fui a un lago, aunque sólo fuera por hacerme a la idea del mar que yo añoraba. Es en esos casos cuando me doy cuenta de que para mí, el mar, y concretamente el Mediterráneo es una identidad: una identidad feliz«.

En muchas ocasiones los artistas terminan aborreciendo la canción que más fama les ha dado, algo que nunca va a pasar en el caso de Joan Manuel: «Jamás, jamás, renegaré de esta o de cualquier otra de mis canciones. Me sentiré eternamente agradecido, son ellas quienes me han hecho lo que soy. Así que siempre la cantaré por obligación, pero lo que es más importante, por gusto«.

«Quizá porque mi niñez sigue jugando en tu playa»

La primera frase de la canción nos sitúa donde empieza toda la historia de Mediterráneo: «Quizá porque mi niñez sigue jugando en tu playa».

De su niñez, Serrat explicó que tiene dos paisajes fundamentales; el mar y el campo. El campo del tiempo que pasó en Viana, Navarra, en casa de una amiga de su madre; y el mar de su ciudad. «El mar es la Barceloneta de mi niñez, con todo lo que representaba el recorrido desde la casa hasta la playa. Primero, trincar algo de comer en casa, bocadillo, toalla y bañador, la indumentaria que nosotros necesitábamos; colarte en el tranvía, colarte en los baños que entonces no eran públicos, para llegar a las instalaciones con piscinas y duchas», reveló en otra entrevista para El País.

Fuente: https://www.europafm.com/noticias/musica/historia-mediterraneo-gran-cancion-serrat_2021120761afaf4407c11b000100260d.html

Medio siglo de ‘Mediterráneo’, el álbum emblemático de Serrat

Joan Manuel Serrat, soñador de pelo largo, tal como se autorretrataba en su canción Señora, entra en un estudio de Milán para grabar un disco que va a llamarse Mediterráneo. El cantautor no ha entrado aún en la treintena. Lleva más de un lustro de éxitos resonantes, de giras, grabaciones con Edigsa y Zafiro y affaires como el eurovisivo. Ya reza como cantautor bilingüe, capaz de firmar discos magistrales en dos lenguas distintas, tal como sucede en los albores de 1970 con Serrat 4 y con el que se conoce como Disco Blanco, donde se cruzan prodigios como Mi niñez o Fiesta.

Cuando Serrat entra en el estudio milanés para grabar Mediterráneo no parece haber conciencia de perennidad, porque el estudio no permitía grandes alardes que pudieran plantear futuras ediciones especiales del disco con tomas alternativas. Había que grabar lo más rápido posible y dejar el estudio libre para el siguiente grupo o solista que lo requiriera.

Serrat trae diez canciones nuevas, terminadas de alumbrar en la Costa Brava, en su retiro de Calella de Palafrugell, entre las idas y venidas del mar Mediterráneo. Toda la filosofía serratiana va a estar concentrada en ese disco en el que va a ser su particular Blonde on blonde y como tal un disco infinito, inagotable, tan melancólico como hedonista, que cruza a Josep Pla con León Felipe. Mediterráneo terminará siendo el santo y seña, el libro de estilo de más de una generación, esa obra perfecta de la cultura española que hay que escuchar como se contemplan Las meninas de Velázquez o se disfruta El amor brujo de Falla. Absténganse negacionistas o revisionistas que dirán que Mediterráneo no es para tanto o que es disco sobrevalorado, esa etiqueta que cualquier pseudomoderno puede ponerle a Casablanca o a Cien años de soledad según con qué pie se levante por la mañana.

Serrat graba en Milán aquello de “Quizá porque mi niñez sigue jugando en tu playa…”. Y en esa evocación destellante del verso inaugural de la canción Mediterráneo, en el imponente arreglo calderoniano –de Juan Carlos Calderón– parece bullir el espíritu de toda una época. El mar como principio y final, impreso en el destino del marinero cantor que parece un poeta viejo y sabio en el modo de mascar las palabras y los acentos. Hasta en el modo de glosar el amor perdido en Lucía, un amor real, tan fugaz como eterno. “No hay nada más bello / que lo que nunca he tenido / nada más amado / que lo que perdí”. El libro amoroso de Serrat, carnal y verdadero, en una de sus páginas más gloriosas.

Mediterráneo podría razonarse como rutilante disco pop y no, desde luego, como disco de cantautor al uso, guitarra y voz y pare usted de contar. Gian Piero Reverberi, Antoni Ros Marbá y el citado Juan Carlos Calderón con su impronta jazzística forman el terceto de arreglistas de un disco que vibra y brilla en la instrumentación y está lleno de estampas poéticas que se fijan en la memoria del oyente. Canciones descomunales, bellamente nostálgicas como Aquellas pequeñas cosas, canción prodigiosamente minimalista, o Barquito de papel. Otras canciones funcionan a modo de manifiestos libérrimos como la pletórica Vagabundear. Serrat aúna épica y lírica, barroquismo y desnudez. Vencidos incorpora magistralmente a León Felipe en su nómina de poetas cantados. Pueblo blanco es una canción enorme, narración deslumbrante, fantasmagórica, llena de simbología. Mediterráneo es un disco de contrastes, pero a su vez muy conceptual, que puede pasar de la sensualidad de La mujer que yo quiero a Qué va a ser de ti, una canción ubicada entre la Anduriña de Juan y Junior y el She’s leaving home de los Beatles, y a la que David Broza convertiría en himno hebreo.

El Serrat de los setenta se despliega en Mediterráneo en toda su plenitud. Lo influye ya Latinoamérica, el impacto de todo un continente. Nos deja hasta un homenaje en tiempo de vals a su amigo Alberto Puig Palau, un hombre de muchas vidas en una sola, parte de ese fresco palpitante, sugeridor, que es Mediterráneo, donde la genista, la brea, la luna que araña el mar, el extraño arenal, el vuelo de palomas, el cometa de caña y de papel se quedan grabados dentro de nosotros, perseguidores eternos de esta obra maestra.

Un disco del que no supo verse su grandeza en su tiempo, por mucho que le acompañara el impacto popular desde su aparición a finales de 1971. Manuel Vázquez Montalbán, en su ensayo sobre el cantautor, afirmaba que ni temática ni poéticamente añadía algo nuevo al anterior Serrat. Olvidaba que musicalmente sí lo hacía. En la Cataluña de los puristas ortodoxos y lingüísticos, el Serrat en castellano era permanentemente ninguneado tal como abanderaba en los años setenta Jordi García Soler –que luego se desdijo– en ensayos como el titulado La Nova Cancó. Pero Mediterráneo ha podido con todo, disco de cabecera de roqueros, poperos, indies, flamencos, melódicos y cantautores. Desde su icónica portada y las fotos de Colita, que tanto contribuyera, cámara en mano, a la iconografía serratiana.

Cabe imaginar a Serrat en el estudio de Milán. El humo del tabaco, el sorbo de whisky, la complicidad con los músicos, la canción a medio terminar. Cabe pensar en esos músicos italianos que lo acompañaron, nunca acreditados, responsables de la poderosa orquestación. No puede olvidarse el nombre de Plinio Chiesa como ingeniero de sonido. El cantautor catalán venía de anunciar que se retiraba, que tomaba distancia con las apabullantes giras y con la agenda a la que lo sometía su mánager Lasso de la Vega. Y esto incluía un primer distanciamiento con su arreglista favorito Ricard Miralles.

Serrat para el reloj vertiginoso, mira el mar desde un hotelito de Calella y alumbra Mediterráneo, entre rojos atardeceres y noches en vela. De ese retiro terminaron por nacer unas canciones antológicas que siguen perdurando. Cincuenta años más tarde, los diez cortes del disco azul de Serrat, grabado tras su disco blanco, lucen con la vigencia del primer día y con la fuerza de las obras atemporales.

Fuente: https://www.eltiempo.com/lecturas-dominicales/50-anos-de-mediterraneo-el-album-emblematico-de-joan-manuel-serrat-595605

Mediterráneo de Joan Manuel Serrat

Quizá porque mi niñez
Sigue jugando en tu playa
Y escondido tras las cañas
Duerme mi primer amor
Llevo tu luz y tu olor
Por dondequiera que vaya
Y amontonado en tu arena
Guardo amor, juegos y penas

Yo, que en la piel tengo el sabor
Amargo del llanto eterno
Que han vertido en ti cien pueblos
De Algeciras a Estambul
Para que pintes de azul
Sus largas noches de invierno
A fuerza de desventuras
Tu alma es profunda y oscura

A tus atardeceres rojos
Se acostumbraron mis ojos
Como el recodo al camino
Soy cantor, soy embustero
Me gusta el juego y el vino
Tengo alma de marinero…

¿Qué le voy a hacer, si yo
Nací en el mediterráneo?
Nací en el mediterráneo

Y te acercas, y te vas
Después de besar mi aldea
Jugando con la marea
Te vas, pensando en volver
Eres como una mujer
Perfumadita de brea
Que se añora y que se quiere
Que se conoce y se teme

Rien à regretter

Edith Piaf: biographie de la Môme de la chanson française

La vie d’Edith Piaf fut brève et intense, le destin la rattrapant toujours lors de brefs instants de bonheur. La «Môme»n’aura jamais su se guérir des blessures de l’enfance et des désillusions de l’amour. Elle a dédié sa vie à son public, sa relation la plus fidèle et la plus sincère. Issue d’une famille d’artistes de rue, Edith Giovanna Gassion naît à Paris dans le quartier de Belleville, le 19 décembre 1915. Son père est contorsionniste dans un cirque itinérant. Sa mère est chanteuse. Edith ne connaît pas l’existence banale d’une enfant et mène une vie déstructurée. Elle fait face à la solitude et aux premières déceptions, lorsque sa mère l’abandonne pour gagner sa vie. Son père, soucieux du bien-être de sa fille, prend la décision de la protéger et la confie à sa grand-mère paternelle, patronne d’une maison close en Normandie, avant de partir au front.

À huit ans, Edith développe une maladie des yeux, la kératite. Elle devient aveugle, mais s’en sort miraculeusement. À la fin de la guerre, Edith et son père repartent sur les routes, où tous deux mènent une vie de Bohème. C’est en l’accompagnant lors de ses spectacles de rue que l’adolescente se découvre un talent pour la chanson. Elle dispose d’une voix unique qui va lui permettre d’atteindre le firmament des stars. À 15 ans, fatiguée de cette vie itinérante, Edith part vivre sa vie. Elle rencontre son premier amour Louis Dupont, qu’elle surnomme affectueusement «P’tit Louis». En 1933, une petite Marcelle naît de leur rencontre. Cependant, le bonheur est de courte durée. À deux ans, Marcelle meurt d’une méningite foudroyante.

Edith Piaf devient «La Môme»

Edith repart dans le Paris dépravé noyer son chagrin. Elle est souvent accompagnée de sa meilleure amie, Simone, dite «Momone». Les deux amies sont inséparables et font les quatre cent coups ensemble. Parallèlement à cette vie de débauche, Edith chante dans les rues de Pigalle et de Belleville où elle commence, grâce à son don, à gagner sa vie. C’est le plus grand des hasards qui met Louis Leplée sur sa route. Gérant du cabaret Le Gerny’s des Champ Élysées, il est le premier homme à lui faire confiance. Il l’engage dans son cabaret et la rebaptise «La Môme Piaf». Comme l’oiseau, Edith, malgré sa petite taille (1m47) dégage une force de caractère inégalable et une voix hors du commun. Elle est très vite repérée par le Paris artistique de l’époque. Jacques Canetti, l’un des producteurs les plus influents du moment, est immédiatement impressionné. Il la signe sur son label Polydor où elle enregistre son premier disque «Les mômes de la cloche».

Cependant, le destin la rattrape une nouvelle fois lorsque Louis Leplée est assassiné. Ce fait divers, relayé dans la presse de l’époque, ternit un temps la carrière d’Edith. Elle ressort profondément meurtrie de cet épisode mais se relève pourtant. Sa rencontre avec Raymond Asso lui redonne de nouveaux espoirs. Amoureux de Piaf, ce dernier insiste pour lui faire écouter «Mon légionnaire» sur une musique de Marguerite Monnot, qui sera l’amie d’Edith jusqu’à la fin de sa vie. Il devient son auteur attitré, son amant et son coach vocal. En  janvier 1937, Edith enregistre «Mon légionnaire». «La Môme» n’est plus, ce sont les premiers débuts d’Edith Piaf.

Premières chansons et premiers succès pour Piaf

À seulement 23 ans, Edith Piaf trouve son premier engagement. Sous les conseils de Raymond Asso, elle est formée pendant des mois pour devenirune grande artiste du Music Hall. Elle fait ses premiers pas sur la scène de l’ABC où elle connaît son premier triomphe. Très vite, elle passe en tête d’affiche à Bobino. Edith devient une star et se tourne vers de nouveaux horizons sans abandonner la chanson. Elle rencontre le comédien Paul Meurisse qui sera son amant pendant deux ans.

En 1944, Piaf est une artiste accomplie. Sa rencontre avec Yves Montandest une nouvelle étape dans sa carrière. Elle le prend sous son aile et fait de lui un artiste. Parallèlement, elle noue une relation amoureuse avec lui. À l’écran, on peut voir le couple dans le film»Etoiles de la lumière». Toute sa vie, la chanteuse ne cessera de mêler ses liaisons à sa vie artistique, aidant ses amants à accéder à la célébrité. Edith révèle également un talent pour l’écriture. A la fin de l’année 1945, elle écrit l’un de ses plus célèbres succès internationaux «La vie en rose».

Edith Piaf, entre musique et films

C’est auprès de Paul Meurisse qu’Edith Piaf a fait ses débuts au théâtre dans «Un bel indifférent», puis au cinéma dans «Montmartre sur scène». Sur ce dernier tournage, elle fait la rencontre de Henri Contet qu’elle prend comme nouveau pygmalion et qui sera un des auteurs majeurs de sa carrière. Son talent pour l’art dramatique lui vaudra de tourner dans une dizaine de films.Pendant l’occupation allemande, Piaf continue à chanter tout en faisant acte de résistance dans des textes aux messages cachés. Après la guerre, Edith Piaf continue d’apparaître sur grand écran, dans plusieurs films où elle joue son propre rôle, notamment dans «Paris chante toujours» de Pierre Montazel en 1952 ou dans «Boum sur Paris» de Maurice de Canonge, en 1954.

Marcel Cerdan, le grand amour d’Edith Piaf

Pourtant, Edith Piaf n’est pas comblée par le succès. Elle pense déjà étendre sa carrière à la conquête de nouveaux territoires. En 1947, elle lance la carrière des Compagnons de la chanson. Ensemble, ils chantent «Les trois cloches» et embarquent pour les États-Unis où ils connaissent un succès relatif. Pourtant, elle s’installe dans un cabaret huppé de Manhattan. Elle conquiert peu à peu le cœur des Américains. C’est d’ailleurs aux Etats-Unis que Piaf fera ses plus belles rencontres. Elle croise le chemin de Marlene Dietrich qui restera l’une de ses plus fidèles amies et de Marcel Cerdan, l’amour de sa vie. 

Le boxeur français est marié, mais la passion qu’il vit avec Edith n’a pas d’égal. Ce couple restera l’un des plus magiques et des plus tragiques du XXème siècle.Marcel Cerdan meurt dans un accident d’avion, le 27 octobre 1949,alors qu’il venait rejoindre Edith, à New York. La môme ne se remettra jamais de ce nouveau coup du destin. Elle surmonte l’épreuve dès le lendemain en montant sur scène et livre une interprétation poignante de «L’hymne à l’amour», qu’elle dédie à son amour perdu. Mais c’est une femme brisée par le chagrin qui naît ce soir là et le désespoir, mué en dépressions chroniques, ne la quittera plus jamais. 

Edith Piaf et l’incontournable titre «La foule»

Dès 1950, Piaf refait surface et chante à la salle Pleyel. Elle fait également bientôt la rencontre de Charles Aznavour. Ce dernier multiplie les casquettes. Il est son chauffeur, son secrétaire, mais aussi son confident. Il lui écrit quelques titres dont l’adaptation française de «Jezebel» et «Plus bleu que tes yeux». Piaf est encore une fois à l’origine d’une carrière prometteuse. En 1951, une nouvelle épreuve attend la chanteuse. Elle subit deux accidents de voitureet en ressort fragilisée. Elle est contrainte d’apaiser ses douleurs par dela morphine, qu’elle mélange avec de l’alcool. Cette consommation devient une dépendance et l’anéantira physiquement.

La fin de la vie d’Edith Piaf est à l’image de sa destinée, entre succès professionnels et désespoirs sentimentaux. Edith poursuit son rêve de princesse en épousant Jacques Pills, un chanteur français, mais le mariage, célébré à New York, sera de courte durée. En 1953, Edith Piaf commence à se reprendre en main et subit sa première cure de désintoxication. L’entourage cache l’état de la grande dame à la presse. La chanteuse reste même des mois sans sortir de chez elle.

C’est grâce au métier qu’Edith revient à la vie, notamment lors de sa rencontre avec son public à l’Olympia en 1955. Elle repart à l’assaut des États-Unis, jusqu’à la mythique salle du Carnegie Hall de New York, où elle est accueillie avec émotion. En 1957, elle fait une ultime cure de désintoxicationà New York qui la débarrasse de ses vieux démons. La même année, Edith Piaf signe l’un de ses plus grands tubes, «La foule», inspiré de «Que nadie sepa mi sufrir», un morceau d’Enrique Dizeo qu’elle avait rencontré lors de sa tournée en Argentine.

Edith Piaf et la naissance de «Milord»

Jusqu’à la fin de sa vie, Piaf sera professionnellement comblée. Elle vivra pour son public quitte à s’épuiser sur scène. À partir de ce moment, elle se fera plus discrète. C’est à ce moment-là que Georges Moustaki entre dans la vie d’Edith Piaf. Il lui fait écouter quelques unes de ses compositions mais, déstabilisé, joue de manière lamentable. Piaf persévère en lui proposant de venir la voir lors du récital qu’elle joue le soir même. Ils seront amants pendant plus d’un an et vivront une passion tumultueuse. Le parolier lui écrira plusieurs titres de son répertoire dont le célèbre «Milord», parue en 1959, sur une musique de Marguerite Monnot. Il quitte cependant Piaf peu après un accident de voiture qu’ils ont ensemble en 1958, qui la fragilise et qui aggrave les problèmes de santé de la chanteuse et sa dépendance à la morphine.

En 1963, la mort d’Edith Piaf

En 1961, elle revient néanmoins sur scène pour sauver la célèbre salle parisienne, l’Olympia, de la faillite. Elle y livre son dernier testament «Non, je ne regrette rien» et, épuisée, s’écroulera sur scène à de multiples reprises. À l’été 1961, elle rencontre le dernier homme de sa vie, Théo Sarapo, un jeune chanteur grec de 26 ans. Elle l’épouse l’année suivante. Edith Piaf décède le 10 octobre 1963 dans sa résidence du sud.Elle n’a que 47 ans, mais les excès et les souffrances de la vie lui en donnent 20 de plus. Toute son existence, Piaf aura vécu pour les autres, pour son public, pour ses amants. Une vie jonchée de tragédie, pour un nom qui restera à jamais gravé dans la musique française.

Source: https://www.linternaute.fr/musique/biographie/1777430-edith-piaf-biographie-de-la-mome-de-la-chanson-francaise/

Edith Piaf, une vie pas toujours rose

Jusqu’à sa mort inattendue en 1963, Edith Piaf enchaîne les chansons à succès et s’affirme comme une icône de la scène française. Cette image la suit et la propulse au statut de légende voire mythe.

Encore aujourd’hui, ses chansons sont murmurées entre les générations, chantées à tue-tête dans les soirées, ou même utilisées comme référence au cinéma.

Enfance et mensonges

Édith Giovanna Gassion, plus connue sous le nom d’Édith Piaf, est née le 19 décembre 1915 à Paris. Au 72, rue de Belleville, dans le 20e arrondissement de Paris, lieu où elle serait née, se trouve une plaque apposée au mur en 1966. Très vite, une légende autour de sa naissance se crée. Édith Piaf aurait été «abandonnée à deux mois par sa mère, enlevée par une de ses grand-mères, frappée de cécité puis miraculeusement guérie…», explique au Point Robert Belleret, auteur de la biographie Piaf, un mythe français.

Le journaliste retrace dans son oeuvre, documents officiels à l’appui, la véritable enfance de la chanteuse. «À deux ans, elle vit dans le bordel que tient sa grand-mère paternelle. Elle fréquente très peu l’école : elle a une intelligence extrêmement vive, mais pas de culture.» Bien qu’elle n’ait jamais été aveugle, elle avait néanmoins «des problèmes aux yeux».

Elle a su entretenir son mythe et développer le mystère. Elle ne parlera jamais de son père «contorsionniste» et «il faut le dire, sale type». Elle taira aussi le reste de «sa famille où tout le monde, oncles, tantes, cousins, cousines, est acrobate, artiste, saltimbanque».

C’est pourtant en accompagnant son père sur la route des spectacles, qu’elle découvre son talent et sa passion pour le chant. Ces mystères, voire ces quelques mensonges, ont continué à l’âge adulte, pendant l’Occupation.

«Elle aurait pu se contenter de dire qu’elle avait été obligée d’aller chanter en Allemagne, qu’il s’agissait pour elle d’apporter un peu de réconfort aux prisonniers français. Mais non ! Elle invente un énorme canular en faisant croire que plus de 100 prisonniers se sont évadés grâce à elle – prisonniers dont on n’a évidemment pas trace, et qui ne se sont jamais manifestés», raconte Robert Belleret.

«La Môme Piaf» avant Édith

Dans les années 1930, Édith Piaf quitte sa vie itinérante pour se lancer dans une carrière solo à l’âge de 15 ans. Elle commence par chanter dans les rues, toujours accompagnée de sa meilleure amie Simone Berteaut, dit «Momone». Elle se produit dans les rues de Pigalle et de Belleville. 

Puis, par hasard, elle rencontre le gérant d’un cabaret. Louis Leplée, directeur de Le Gerny’s des Champ Élysées, l’engage et la rebaptise. Son premier nom de scène est «La Môme Piaf». Sa voix transperce l’univers artistique de Paris, elle commence à se faire un nom et être repéré ici et là.

Jacques Canetti, un producteur très réputé à l’époque, est envouté par sa voix. Après l’avoir fait signer dans son label Polydor, Édith Piaf enregistre son premier disque en 1936, Les mômes de la cloche.

Mais tout bascule lorsque Louis Leplée est assassiné. Les soupçons pèsent sur les artistes qui ont travaillé avec lui. Fautes de preuves, l’affaire est classée. Mais Édith Piaf et sa carrière sont entachées par cette histoire.

Elle se relève en faisant la connaissance de Raymond Asso. Il devient son auteur attitré, ainsi que son amant. Début 1937, elle enregistre Mon Légionnaire. Un titre qui marque le début de sa carrière en tant qu’Édith Piaf, et non plus la Môme.

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Chanteuse et actrice internationale

Elle se produit sur scène, ses chansons passent à la radio, elle connait un véritable triomphe. Elle s’essaye aussi au cinéma et rencontre finalement Yves Montand. L’actrice en tombe amoureuse alors qu’elle joue à ses côtés dans Étoile sans lumière (1946). Elle le prend sous son aile et le propulse sur le devant de la scène.

Elle a fait ses débuts au cinéma dans le film Montmartre sur Seine, sorti en 1941. Cet autre talent lui vaudra de tourner dans une dizaine de films.  Après la Seconde Guerre Mondiale, on la retrouve aussi au cinéma interprétant son propre rôle. C’est notamment le cas dans Paris chante toujours de Pierre Montazel en 1952 ou dans Boum sur Paris de Maurice de Canonge, en 1954.

En parallèle de ses nombreuses casquettes, Édith Piaf se met aussi à composer. Fin 1945, elle écrit ce qui sera l’un de ses plus grand succès international, La Vie en Rose.

Elle connaît également un léger succès aux États-Unis grâce au groupe les Compagnons de la chanson, qu’elle lance dans les années 1940. E,, 1947, ils chantent Les trois cloches, et se retrouvent en tournée à New York. Prévu pour une semaine, les Compagnons de la chanson restent quatre mois à l’affiche.

C’est à cette période qu’elle fera ses plus belles rencontres, sa fidèle amie Marlene Dietrich et l’amour de sa vie, Marcel Cerdan. De cette histoire d’amour naît l’iconique chanson Hymne à l’amour. 

Edith Piaf et Marcel Cerdan

Toute sa vie, la chanteuse a mêlé sa vie privée et sa vie professionnelle, sa vie d’artiste et sa vie amoureuse, aidant certains de ses amants à accéder à la célébrité. La chanteuse a aussi vécu une succession de drames personnels.

De sa première histoire d’amour avec Louis Dupont, qu’elle surnomme «Ptit Louis», naît une petite fille en 1933. Mais à seulement deux ans, Marcelle meurt d’une méningite foudroyante. 

Au cours de sa vie de parisienne et de chanteuse, Édith Piaf aura plusieurs amants comme Raymond Asso mais aussi Yves Montand et Georges Moustaki. Mais c’est à New York qu’elle rencontre l’homme qui a marqué sa vie, Marcel Cerdan.

Le français est un boxer, et surtout déjà marié. Ce qui ne les empêche pas de vivre une histoire passionnelle et magique, mais aussi dramatique. Les deux amants se rencontrent un soir d’été en 1946,  dans un restaurant parisien. Leur relation débute en octobre1947, mais prend brutalement fin quelques mois plus tard. Le 27 octobre 1949, Marcel Cerdan meurt dans un accident d’avion, alors qu’il venait la rejoindre à New York.

Très marquée par cette perte, elle aura du mal à s’en remettre. Elle est mariée à Jacques Pills, un chanteur français, entre 1952 et 1956.

À la fin de sa vie, Édith Piaf rencontre Théo Sarapo. Elle épouse le jeune chanteur grec, de 20 ans son cadet, en 1962.

La mort d’une icône

Les dernières années de sa vie, Edith Piaf est rongée par la dépression, l’alcool et sa dépendance à la morphine. Elle fait ses premiers adieux sur scène au Carnegie Hall (New York) puis en 1961 à l’Olympia (Paris). Elle y chante son très connu tire Non je ne regrette rien.

Avec son second mari, Théo Sarapo, elle part vivre dans le Sud de la France, d’abord à Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat, puis dans le quartier de Plascassier, à Grasse. Elle donne son dernier concert, très affaiblie, à Lille en mars 1963, quelques mois avant sa mort.

Édit Piaf décède le 10 octobre 1963, à la suite d’une rupture d’anévrisme. Comme elle souhaitait être enterrée à Paris, son corps a été transportée illégalement de Grasse vers la capitale, sans la nuit du 10 au 11 octobre. Le lendemain, un médecin vient à son domicile parisien pour constater le décès. Dans l’annonce officielle publiée à cette époque, Édith Piaf serait morte le 11 octobre à 7h du matin.

Ses obsèques ont lieu le 14 octobre. La veille, 100 000 personnes seraient venues se recueillir devant son domicile. Malgré une courte vie, l’univers musical lui doit des titres intemporels ainsi que la découverte de nombreux artistes comme Charles Aznavour, Yves Montand ou encore Georges Moustaki.

En 2007, Olivier Dahan réalise un film autobiographique sur la chanteuse, intitulé La Môme. C’est Marion Cotillard qui a la lourde tâche d’interpréter l’icône française. Pour ce rôle, elle remporte l’Oscar de la Meilleure actrice. Le film remporte aussi quatre BAFTA, cinq César et un Golden Globe.

Aujourd’hui, de plus en plus de voix s’élèvent pour faire entrer Édith Piaf au Panthéon. Après Simone Veil et Joséphine Baker, sera-t-elle la prochaine femme à y reposer, au côté des 75 hommes et 6 femmes.

Source: https://www.marieclaire.fr/edith-piaf,1417744.asp

Édith Piaf : l’histoire de la chanson mythique «Non, je ne regrette rien»

Ce n’est pas dans une salle de spectacle mais à la télévision que les Français ont entendu pour la première fois Edith Piaf chanter : Non, je ne regrette rienLe 2 décembre 1960, en exclusivité pour l’émission Cinq colonnes à la une, elle apparaît petite et frêle dans son éternelle robe noire. Dès qu’elle entonne le premier couplet, l’artiste est métamorphosée, comme transcendée. «Quand je chante, expliqua-t-elle alors, je ne m’appartiens plus. Je ne suis plus là. C’est un état second». 

Un coup de foudre musical

Cette chanson, l’artiste l’a enregistrée trois semaines auparavant le 10 novembre 1960 après un réel coup de foudre artistique. «Quand Michel Vaucaire (le parolier) et Charles Dumont (le compositeur) m’ont apporté la première fois Non, je ne regrette rien, ça a été comme une sorte de révélation en moi, c’est-à-dire que j’ai senti qu’il fallait que j’efface tout, que je recommence tout, que je me renouvelle tout à fait», confiait-elle. Charles Dumont avait alors 31 ans et ne croyait guère en ses chances, Édith Piaf lui ayant déjà refusé plusieurs titres. «J’étais dans de graves difficultés financières. J’ai écrit cette chanson dans la colère«, racontait-il en 2013. C’est le parolier Michel Vaucaire, l’époux de la chanteuse Cora Vaucaire, qui insistera pour présenter cette chanson à Edith Piaf.

La chanson de la renaissance

Rendez-vous est pris le 20 octobre 1960. La secrétaire d’Edith Piaf appelle pour annuler, la chanteuse ne se sentant pas bien, mais les deux hommes ne reçoivent pas le message et se présentent à 17 heures à l’adresse de Piaf, 67 boulevard Lannes à Paris. La secrétaire s’apprête à les éconduire quand ils entendent la voix de Piaf crier : «Fais-les entrer puisqu’ils sont là.»  Elle les accueille en robe de chambre, chaussons aux pieds. Charles Dumont se met au piano et joue. Elle lui demande alors de recommencer, une fois, deux fois, trois fois… Le musicien se souvient : «A la suite de la troisième fois, elle m’a dit : ‘Ecoutez jeune homme, vous cassez pas la tête, ne vous faites plus de mauvais sang. Cette chanson, elle vous suivra toute votre vie, ce sera un succès mondial et grâce à elle, je vais faire ma rentrée à l’Olympia‘».  Il explique aussi qu’elle avait une méthode très particulière: «Quand une chanson lui plaisait, elle la faisait écouter à tous ses amis. J’ai vu défiler tout le monde. J’ai commencé à cinq heures jusqu’à deux heures du matin (…) Je rentre me coucher, le téléphone sonne et elle me dit : ‘Vous pouvez pas revenir me jouer la chanson?’ Je me suis relevé et je suis revenu boulevard Lannes !».

Un retour sur scène triomphal 

Victime de graves problèmes de santé et d’addictions, la chanteuse avait quitté la scène un an auparavant, exténuée. Avec Non, je ne regrette rien, elle fait son grand retour et sauve l’Olympia, alors au bord de la faillite. Le 29 décembre 1960, le Tout-Paris s’y presse, ravi de la retrouver. Le journaliste et écrivain Jacques Pessis raconte : «Elle entre sur scène, avance vers le micro et il va y avoir 16 minutes d’applaudissements debout. Du jamais vu dans l’histoire du music-hall». Edith Piaf chante les nouveaux titres composés pour elle par Charles Dumont parmi lesquels Non, je ne regrette rien et fait un triomphe. Pour Jacques Pessis, «Piaf avait le sens des chansons, des paroles et des musiques qui touchaient le public parce qu’elle est née dans la rue, elle y a grandi. Elle a tout de suite compris que dans cette chanson, il y avait une idée, une mélodie qu’elle pouvait chanter. C’est pour ça qu’elle se l’est totalement appropriée». Elle restera en tête du hit-parade de l’époque, la bourse aux vedettes, pendant 48 semaines. C’est l’une des chansons d’Edith Piaf les plus connues dans le monde avec La vie en rose. 

L’hymne de la Légion 

On a parfois dit et écrit que la môme Piaf avait dédié Non, je ne regrette rien à la Légion Etrangère. Le journaliste Jacques Pessis veut rectifier : «C’est la Légion qui s’est emparée de cette chanson pour en faire un hymne parce qu’elle correspondait à ce que pensent les soldats, ils ne regrettent jamais rien dans les combats.» 

On ne compte plus le nombre d’artistes qui ont un jour repris cette chanson mythique : Dalida, Johnny Halliday, Mireille Mathieu, Nicolas Peyrac, Patricia Kaas, Tina Arena… et, bien-sûr, Charles Dumont !

La môme Piaf la chantera jusqu’à la fin de sa vie en 1963. Et Jacques Pessis de conclure : «Piaf n’a jamais rien regretté et surtout pas son retour à la scène en 1960 alors que tout le monde pensait qu’elle ne pourrait pas sortir de son lit. Grâce aux trois ans qui ont suivi sur scène, elle a prolongé sa vie, elle ne vivait que pour la scène.»

La chanteuse s’éteindra le 10 octobre 1963, à l’âge de 47 ans. 

Source: https://www.francetvinfo.fr/culture/musique/chanson-francaise/edith-piaf-l-histoire-de-la-chanson-mythique-non-je-ne-regrette-rien_4176125.html

Édith Piaf, non, elle n’a rien regretté

Composée en 1956, Non, je ne regrette rien est une chanson dont les paroles sont signées Michel Vaucaire et la musique Charles Dumont. Elle a été enregistrée pour la première fois par Édith Piaf le 10 novembre 1960. À l’époque, Piaf souffrait déjà de polyarthrite. Entre crises de nerfs, colères terribles et souffrances innommables, l’artiste de Belleville – surnommée la môme par Louis Leplée, gérant d’un cabaret sur les Champs-Élysées, qui l’avait repérée dans la rue) – avait perdu le goût de vivre… et de chanter. Sa vie avait été jalonnée de misère et de drames personnels (décès de sa fille Marcelle, accident de voiture, mort de son amant Marcel Cerdan…).Mais également de succès et de bonheurs.

Dans cette chanson qui lui tombait comme un gant, l’interprète se souvient de son passé, du bien comme du mal, et affirme, en faisant table rase de tout et en s’octroyant un nouveau départ, «car ma vie, car mes joies, aujourd’hui, ça commence avec toi». Ce «toi» était déjà ou allait être Théo Lamboukas, le dernier homme de sa vie qu’elle surnommera Théo Sarapo («je t’aime» en grec).


Charles Dumont, son compositeur le plus célèbre et à qui elle doit ce tube, dira que Piaf était «une artiste unique, une voix et une présence scénique sans égales mais, au quotidien, elle n’était pas une extraterrestre, juste un être humain avec ses bons et ses mauvais jours. Elle n’était pas facile, mais je n’ai jamais connu un être exceptionnel qui soit facile.»
D’ailleurs Dumont raconte comment, ce 5 octobre 1960, alors jeune compositeur âgé de 31 ans, il s’est décidé à lui présenter une de ses nouvelles compositions. Comme Piaf lui a déjà refusé deux de ses chansons, c’est à contrecœur qu’il arrive à son domicile. Très fatiguée et malade, Édith Piaf accepte de le recevoir, ainsi que Michel Vaucaire qui a écrit les paroles. Charles Dumont se met au piano et joue une première fois Non, je ne regrette rien.

Mais reprenons le récit de Charles Dumont pour comprendre ce tube éternel et magique.
«Sur un ton peu aimable, Piaf me demande de recommencer. À la deuxième écoute, elle m’interroge le plus sérieusement du monde :
– «C’est vraiment vous qui avez écrit cette chanson ?»
– Oui, oui madame, répond Charles Dumont, furieux.
– «Vous ne voulez pas me la rejouer une troisième fois?»
La troisième fois, elle a changé d’attitude dans les trois minutes que dure la chanson. Elle me regardait d’une autre manière. Elle a changé de ton et elle m’a dit : «Ne vous faites plus de souci, jeune homme, cette chanson va faire le tour du monde et c’est avec elle que je commencerai mon prochain tour de chant».»

Non, je ne regrette rien a donné à Édith Piaf la force de remonter sur scène. L’icône légendaire va la chanter pour la première fois le 29 décembre 1960, en ouverture de son récital à l’Olympia. Ce soir-là, il y aura 22 rappels.
Pour cette battante qui vivait ses chansons et pour la chanson, ce tube sera «à l’origine de sa résurrection au début des années 60 et du sauvetage de l’Olympia».

Source: https://www.lorientlejour.com/article/848331/edith-piaf-non-elle-na-rien-regrette.html

Non, je ne regrette rien – Édith Piaf

Avec mes souvenirs
J’ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n’ai plus besoin d’eux
Balayé les amours
Avec leurs trémolos
Balayé pour toujours
Je repars à zéro

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal
Tout ça m’est bien égal
Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
C’est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal
Tout ça m’est bien égal
Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie
Car mes joies
Aujourd’hui
Ça commence avec toi

Despertar entre Cádiz y Málaga

La Sierra de Cádiz: entre castillos árabes y pueblos blancos

El sueño de Washington Irving, el autor estadounidense que en el siglo XIX idealizó una Andalucía secreta y romántica en sus Cuentos de la Alhambra, se materializa en una comarca que parece haberse detenido en el tiempo: la de la Sierra de Cádiz. Situada al norte de la provincia que lleva su nombre, comprende una franja horizontal que arranca en Arcos de la Frontera, acoge el Parque Natural de Grazalema y se prolonga hacia el este para limitar, casi sin darnos cuenta con la serranía de Ronda, ya en la provincia de Málaga.

Asimismo, la región acoge un entorno natural con un altísimo valor ecológico. La sierra de Grazalema es conocida por su variedad botánica, en especial por ser el reino de una especie de abeto endémico: el pinsapo.

Desde este lugar es sencillo comenzar la famosa Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos. Una escapada a esta comarca se puede plantear, en definitiva, como ruta “panorámica” en coche a través de sus pueblos encalados y de aroma arabesco, sin renunciar a conocer su encanto natural a pie, a través de los múltiples itinerarios que por derecho propio forman parte de las mejores caminos de senderismo de Cádiz.

Pueblos de la Sierra de Cádiz. Qué ver en una escapada

Los pueblos de comarca de la Sierra de Cádiz tienen un denominador común: un pasado fronterizo entre el mundo cristiano y el musulmán, de ahí que muchos de sus nombres acaban con la coletilla “de la Frontera”. El contexto en el que surgieron, por tanto, también ha terminado por configurar la estampa que ahora nos resulta encantadora: localidades fortificadas enclavadas sobre un monte y con casas encaladas según la tradición morisca. La Sierra de Cádiz se compone de 19 pueblos, todos con este aroma pintoresco.

Arcos de la Frontera

Con casi 31.000 habitantes, Arcos de la Frontera es la localidad más relevante de la zona. Situado sobre un escarpado barranco sobre el río Guadalete, la leyenda asegura que un hijo de Noé lo fundó, aunque lo más probable es que su origen sea íbero. En época árabe, Arcos se configuró tal y como nos ha llegado, con sus callejones blancos y laberínticos, que ascienden hasta el castillo.

El corazón de esta localidad lo constituye la plaza del Cabildo. Esta plaza lleva al mirador de la Peña Nueva, desde donde se contempla una impresionante estampa de la cuenca del Guadalete que, si se presencia especialmente al atardecer, llega a sobrecoger. En la plaza del Cabildo se encuentra un castillo árabe del siglo XI que fue reconstruido por los cristianos tras la Reconquista. En un lado está la iglesia de Santa María de la Asunción, cuyo edificio original data del siglo XIII, construido sobre una mezquita árabe, y del que se suceden varios estilos como el gótico tardío, el mudéjar o el neoclásico.

El Bosque

A escasos 27 kilómetros al este de Arcos se sitúa la localidad de El Bosque. Con unos 2.100 habitantes, se trata de la puerta de entrada al Parque Natural de la Sierra de Grazalema. El blanco de sus calles contrasta ahora más si cabe con la frondosidad del entorno. Situado en una pequeña vaguada en el centro de un gran bosque de pinos, también pueden verse encinas, álamos y quejigos. El pueblo es atravesado por el río Majaceite, donde se pescan truchas, especialidad gastronómica de la zona.

Ubrique

Ya en plena sierra de Grazalema aparece enclavado en el fondo de un valle un pueblo que tal vez se sienta antes por el olor que por su visión. Dicho aroma no es otro que el del cuero. De fama internacional por los productos realizados con este material, por todas las calles del centro de Ubrique aparecen talleres y tiendas donde se venden bolsos y zapatos de enorme calidad. Pueblo de gran belleza y enorme tranquilidad, también es conocido por ser la cuna del torero ya retirado Jesulín de Ubrique.

Grazalema

Situado en el centro del Parque Natural Sierra de Grazalema, este pueblo de tan solo 2.000 habitantes es uno de los más idílicos de la zona. Enamora con sus casas impecablemente encaladas, sus tejados árabes y las ventanas enrejadas con hierro forjado, que en primavera se decoran con todos los colores que ofrecen las flores que cuelgan de ellas.

Con una industria textil que otrora llenó de riquezas al pueblo, Grazalema es la localidad con mayor índice de lluvias de España. Este aspecto condiciona la estructura del pueblo, desde el empedrado de sus calles, concebido para que discurran sin problemas las precipitaciones, los portones de las casas, las techumbres de teja o las farolas. Todos estos elementos hacen único este lugar del que parten algunas de las mejores rutas senderistas de la zona.

Zahara de la Sierra y Olvera

Tal vez el tramo más espectacular de un recorrido en coche (o en bicicleta) por la comarca de la Sierra de Cádiz sea el que conecta Grazalema con Zahara de la Sierra. La escarpada carretera pasa por el puerto de las Palomas, situado a 1.331 metros de altitud y lleno de impresionantes curvas.

Igualmente impresionante es el aspecto agreste que ofrece Zahara, rodeando una vertiginosa hendidura a los pies de la sierra. Declarada Conjunto Histórico-Artístico en 1983, esta villa concentra lo mejor de un típico pueblo blanco. Sus rincones con altas palmeras invitan a la exploración, como la ascensión a la torre del Homenaje del castillo del siglo XII. Dicho castillo fue tomado por los nazaríes en 1481 en un ataque nocturno que provocó que los Reyes Católicos lanzaran la última fase de la conquista de Granada.

Abandonando por el noreste el Parque Natural de Grazalema, nos topamos con Olvera, antiguo refugio de bandoleros y hoy localidad pujante por el auge de sus cooperativas agrícolas, especialmente de aceite. De esta localidad parte una vía verde muy frecuentada por los cicloturistas.

Setenil de las Bodegas, integrado en la montaña

Setenil de Bodegas, englobada dentro de la Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos gaditanos es tan genuina que se distingue fácilmente del conjunto de villas blancas de la Sierra de Cádiz. Su singularidad radica en que está integrada en la roca, sus casas a veces sobresalen del corazón de piedra de la colina, otras se introducen en lo más profundo, e, incluso, se encaraman sobre ella. Recorrer esta población es realizar un ejercicio constante debido a unos desniveles y escaleras que van regalando bonitas perspectivas de la población.

Las dos calles más conocidas e inmortalizadas por los viajeros que acuden a Setenil son la de Cuevas de Sol (la razón de su nombre es obvia, recibe mucha luz del astro) y Cuevas de la Sombra. No te conformes con hacer la foto, siéntate en alguna terraza y disfruta del ambiente, y de las tapas del pueblo, antes de seguir caminando por el núcleo urbano.

En tu recorrido hallarás algunos hitos a los que merece la pena prestar atención, como el aljibe y la torre del Homenaje que pertenece a una antigua fortaleza medieval del siglo XII –y a la que se puede subir para admirar las vistas de la sierra–. Igual de curiosa es la casa Consistorial, que es del siglo XVI y tiene un bellísimo artesonado mudéjar; y la casa de la Damita de Setenil, donde se exhibe una Venus con más de 5.000 años que certifica la larga vida de las cuevas. En exponentes religiosos no se pueden dejar de mencionar la iglesia de Nuestra Señora de la Encarnación y las ermitas de Nuestra Señora del Carmen, y de San Sebastián.

Nuestra recomendación es que no persigas monumentos sino que te dejes llevar por la intuición hasta llegar a calles tan bonitas como Jabonería y Cabrerizas, que te regalarán rincones muy auténticos.

Senderos de la Sierra de Cádiz

Desde el punto de vista ecológico, la zona de la Sierra de Cádiz, en particular el Parque Natural de Grazalema, tiene dos peculiaridades: se trata del lugar de la Península con mayor régimen de lluvias y crece el famoso pinsapo, un precioso árbol de la familia de los pinos que no aparece en ningún otro lugar peninsular. Estos dos motivos son más que suficientes para hacer algunas de las rutas senderistas.

Para visitar los bellos caminos de la zona, en especial el Pinsapar, se requiere de un permiso que se puede obtener gratis en el centro de visitantes de El Bosque, y pedirlo al menos con una semana de antelación en temporada alta.

Ruta del Pinsapar

Se trata de una de las rutas más conocidas. El recorrido de 14 kilómetros va de Grazalema a Benamahoma y se invierten unas seis horas en realizarse. El inicio de esta pista está señalado junto a la carretera CA531, a unos 40 minutos a pie desde Grazalema.

Ruta de El Torreón

Con 1.654 metros de alto, el Torreón es el pico más alto de Cádiz. La ruta más habitual para coronarlo es comenzar desde una senda que arranca a 100 metros al este del mojón del kilómetro 40 de la carretera entre Grazalema (a unos 8 kilómetros de esta localidad) y Benamahoma. Tras 2,5 horas de caminata se alcanza cumbre. En un día despejado se puede alcanzar a ver Gibraltar, Sierra Nevada e incluso las montañas del Rif de Marruecos.

Sendero Salto del Cabrero

Fuera del Parque Natural la ruta tal vez más destacada sea el sendero Salto del Cabrero. Discurre entre Grazalema y Benaocaz, por la vía del Boyar y a través de la parte oeste de la sierra del Endrinal. Se emplean unas cinco horas en una ruta que arranca en el sendero los Charcones, en la parte alta del pueblo de Grazalema hacia el puerto del Boyar. Desde ahí ya se toma el sendero del Cabrero, que discurre cuesta abajo. Durante este camino hasta Benaocaz hay que estar atento por si se localiza alguna orquídea salvaje de la zona, en cuyo caso lo mejor es inmortalizar el momento con una buena foto y dejar a la planta en su entorno.

Actividades deportivas y turismo activo en la sierra de Cádiz

La sierra de Cádiz, con sus montes moteados de pueblecitos blancos, también brindan al amante del deporte y la aventura un buen número de actividades emocionantes. Lo idóneo es realizarlas con agencias que tengan personal especializado para evitar situaciones peligrosas. No es un entorno montañoso muy conocido en el mundo activo a nivel nacional pero te sorprenderá conocer la cantidad de deportes que permite realizar.

Uno de nuestros deportes favoritos es el barranquismo, que se puede practicar en lugares como la Garganta Verde, en Zahara de la Sierra. Quienes prefieran las vías ferratas no quedarán decepcionados después de hacer la de Benaoján (ya en territorio malagueño). Y los aficionados a la espeleología disfrutarán en las grutas de Villaluenga del Rosario, Benaocaz, Zahara de la Sierra y Grazalema. En esta sierra, una de las cavidades más conocidas y accesibles es la ‘cueva del Susto’.

Aunque, a priori, puede sorprender la práctica de kayak entre montañas, tiene fácil explicación ya que hay lugares como el pantano de Zahara de la Sierra, el pantano de Grazalema o el embalse de los Hurones que se prestan a ello. Y la perspectiva desde el agua es absolutamente impresionante.

Para ver la sierra desde las alturas, nada mejor que el parapente, tanto si eres un experto como si quieres iniciarte haciendo un vuelo en biplaza, tu lugar es el pueblo de Algodonales donde encontrarás unas excelentes condiciones para volar.

Para los viajeros más tranquilos y que les guste admirar el paisaje con calma les recomendamos una ruta senderista por el Pinsapar, entre un sorprendente bosque de pinsapos. Y a quien le guste montar en bicicleta que se anime a recorrer los parques naturales de los Alcornocales o de la sierra de Grazalema, y la vía verde de la Sierra desde Puerto Serrano a Olvera.

Por último, una actividad muy divertida con la que complementar tu viaje a la Sierra de Cádiz es el paintball. Es un juego que requiere de ciertas habilidades y que está en auge. Lo puedes practicar en Olvera, El Bosque y Villaluenga del Rosario.

Fuente: https://www.barcelo.com/guia-turismo/es/espana/cadiz/que-ver/sierra-de-cadiz/

19 Pueblos Blancos de Cádiz

ajo el potente sol andaluz, los pueblos blancos se esparcen por la geografía el sur de España. Las calles empinadas, angostas, de muros encalados y rebosantes de flores parecen una postal. Esa es la realidad que te deslumbra a poco de adentrarte en Andalucía.

Tanto en la costa como en el interior, estos pueblos blancos hacen gala de la herencia árabe que ayudó a forjarlos. A veces como enclave productivo, otras veces como cruce de caminos o a partir de atalayas defensivas. En otras ocasiones, nacidos sobre restos más antiguos o en siglos más cercanos pero siguiendo las líneas heredadas. Siempre el blanco bajo el sol.

Alcalá del Valle

Enclavada en un valle entre Málaga y Cádiz, conserva la arquitectura popular que ofrece un claro testimonio de su origen árabe, con sus calles de casas encaladas y de balcones repletos de flores. La villa actual fue fundada en el siglo XV por los musulmanes residentes en Setenil de las Bodegas.

En tu visita debes ver los Dólmenes del Tomillo, conjunto megalítico con un menhir único en la provincia, en medio de un hermoso entorno. Otros puntos a visitar es la iglesia barroca de Santa María del Valle, el Cortijo de la Cacería (del siglo XVI) y la ermita del Cristo de la Misericordia. Y no puede dejarlo sin probar el agua fresca de la Fuente Grande.

Algar

Situada entre los parques naturales de la Sierra de Grazalema y Los Alcornocales, ha sido poblada desde el Neolítico como lo demuestra el yacimiento arqueológico de la Cueva de la Dehesilla.

Gracias a su emplazamiento es ideal para tomarla como punto de parida para actividades de ocio al aire libre: senderismo por el Tajo del Ágila, pesca en el río Majaceite o el piragüismoo en el Embalce de Guadalcacín II.

en esta pequeña población se encuentran varios de los talleres donde se producen las piezas más finas para las grandes marcas como Chanel, Vuitton o Tous. Puedes visitarlos (pregunta por el taller Rovi) y llevarte a casa una buena pieza por mucho menor dinero (sin logotipo, claro).

A la sobra de la Sierra de Lijar se encuentra este encantador pueblo blanco con calles bordeadas de naranjos. Sus 12 fuentes aseguran el murmullo y el frescor del agua.

Algodonales

A los yacimientos prehistóricos de Cueva Santa, Chamusquina Castillejo y el Cerro de la Botinera, se suman monumentos como la Iglesia de Santa Ana de estilo barroco tardío. A corta distancia se encuentra la pedanía de La Muela desde donde se puede ascender a la Sierra de Lijar para observar el vuelo de los buitres leonados.

Un detalle para los amantes del vértigo: en Algodonales hay varias empresas que se dedican a los deportes aéreos.

Arcos de la Frontera

Puerta de entrada a la Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos, Arcos está considerado uno de los pueblos más bonitos de España. Existen huellas de sus primeros pobladores prehistóricos y romanos en el yacimiento de la Sierra de Aznar, pero la ciudad rezuma herencia musulmana.

Estrechísimas y empinadas calles, antiguos arcos, nos llevan al casco antiguo declarado Conjunto Histórico. Se conservan allí joyas monumentales como el Castillo de los Duques (del siglo XV), la Puerta de Matrera (siglos X a XIV) y los restos del recinto amurallado, sus palacios y casas señoriales, así como la Basílica de Santa María, y numerosos conventos y templos.

Benaocaz

Otro pueblo que ha sido distinguido como Conjutno Histórico por la belleza de su casco de estrechas y laberínticas callejuelas, especialmente en el Barrio Nazarí.

Se conserva el empedrado antiguo, muchas casas populares centenarias donde abundan las flores. Y también, casas señoriales dieciochescas de amplio portones y frescos patios.

Aunque su fundación fue árabe, hay numerosos restos prehistóricos en la zona como la Sima de la Veredilla y las Cuevas de la Manga.

Fuente: https://www.diariodelviajero.com/espana/19-pueblos-blancos-de-la-sierra-de-cadiz-ii

Bornos

Ubicado a orillas del lago junto al que ha crecido desde hace más de 30.000 años, Bornos está declarado Conjunto Histórico. Aquí vivero iberos y romanos, y sete paso se observa en los restos del yacimiento de Carissa Aurelia a escasos kilometros del centro del pueblo.

Aquí debemos visitar su castillo, las casas señoriales de la Cilla (s. XVII-XVIII) y de los Ordóñez (s.XVIII) y el Colegio y Hospital de la Sangre, así como la iglesia de Santo Domingo Guzmán, el convento del Corpus Christi y el monasterio de los Jerónimos, ambos del siglo XVI.

El Bosque

En plena Sierra de Albarracín, junto al río Majaceite, entre valles, se encuentra el retiro señorial de los Duques de Arcos de la Frontera. El Bosque es ejemplo de calles blancas salpicas de fuentes y flores.

En cuanto a su arquitectura destacamos la iglesia de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, el palacio Ducal, la ermita del Calvario y la plaza de toros. Visitas especiales son la del Jardín botánico «El Castillejo» con ejemplares reptesentantes de los principales ecosistemas de la Sierra de Grazalema y a las ruinas del castillo de Tavizna, a sólo 5 kilómetros del pueblo.

El Bosque está enclavado entre frondosos bosques de una comarca atravesada por manantiales de aguas con propiedades medicinales. Un lugar ideal para practicar además el turismo activo: caminatas, rutas a caballo, vuelos en parapente o en aladelta, por ejemplo.

Espera

Encontramos restos que nos cuentan la historia de sus primeros pobladores hace más de 3.000 años: el yacimiento de Esperilla. De l época romana y muy cerca del pueblo, encontramos la antigua ciudad romana de Carissa Surelia, sobre los restos de un asentamiento íbero anterior. Allí se encuentra un museo arqueológico de sitio con grandes piezas de obra funeraria íbero-romana.

En su patrimonio monumental destacamos el Castillo de Fatetar (s.XIII-XV) que conserva parte de las antiguas murallas, la Torre del Homenaje y los aljibes. Junto a él, la ermita de Santiago donde se encuentra el patrón de la localidad: el Cristo de la Antigua.

El Gastor

Se la conoce como «el balcón de los pueblos blancos» por las magníficas panorámicas de los pueblos vecinos desde su punto mas alto. El Gastor ha sido poblado desde la prehistoria, y a su alrededor se encuentra monumentos metalíticos que lo prueban.

El pueblo se ubica sobre un cerro y muy cerca del nacimiento del río Guadalete. Es un claro ejemplo de las tradicionales villas serranas. Hablando de turismo activo, hay un par de cuevas para los amantes de la espeleología: la de Fariña y la del Susto. Y en el embalse Zahara-El Gastor se practican deportes náuticos, que se suman a las oportunidades de practicar senderismo en el Tajo de Algarín y las Grajas.

Grazalema

En el mismísimo corazón de la Sierra de Grazalema, se ubica este pueblo blanco de excepción. osa de un microclima propio con el índice pluviométrico más alto de la península ibérica. En los alrededores se encuentra el Dolmen de la Giganta, pero la ciudad nace de la antigua ciudad romana de Lacíbula.

En su casco antiguo protegido como Conjunto Histórico (foto inicio), encontramos todos los elementos tradicionaless de la arquitectura árabe blanca combinada con ejemplos de arquitectura señorial. A visitar la iglesia barroca de Nuestra Señora de la Aurora, la de San José o la de Nuestra Señora de la Encarnación, o las ermitas del Calvario o de Los Ángeles.

Famosa por el trabajo textil de sus mantas artesanales, podemos encontrarlas en las tiendas y en el Museo de Artesanía Textil de Grazalema.

Fuente: https://www.diariodelviajero.com/espana/19-pueblos-blancos-de-la-sierra-de-cadiz-ii

Olvera

La Hippa o Hippa Nova romana se ubica a los pies de un gro risco coronado por su impresionante castillo. Ha sido declarada Conjunto Histórico y su casco urbano muestra una bella combinación de arquitectura popular con raíces andalusíes y su patrimonio monumental con sus palacios señoriales.

El Barrio de la Villa se encuentra sobre el primitivo casco, con trazado laberíntico donde encontramos iglesia como la de Nuestra Señora de los Remedios y el castillo. Estea antigua fortaleza musulmana del siglo XII, aun conserva parte de sus muros, torreones y la Torre del Homenaje.

En Olvera (foto de inicio) se encuentra el Museo Frontera de los Castillos, en un bello edificio de la antigua Casa de la Cilla, lugar de visita imprescindible para comprender el importante papel que jugó la serranía gaditana como frontera en el reino nazarí.

Prado del Rey

Tenemos que buscar el origen de esta localidad en la ciudad romana de Iptuci, yacimiento arqueológico digno de visitar. Igualmente, hay pruebas de población humana en esta zona desde los tiempos del Neolítico. La época de mayor esplendor fue la romana en especial en los siglos I y II d.C, pero ya los fenicios explotaban las salinas existentes en los alrededores.

Digno de visitar en Prado del Rey es el antiguo Pósito de Labradores, cuya estructura se mantiene intacta. Y luego, un recreo gastronómico con los platos típicos de la localidad: la alboromía de garbanzos y pimientos torrijas con miel y una copa de mosto de Pajarete.

Puerto Serrano

Al llegar nos reciben las tradicionales casas serranas rodeadas de naranjos. Puerto Serrano reúne una gran cantidad de yacimientos arqueológicos que confirman la presencia humana desde el Paleolítico, luego en tiempos romanos y durante la población hispano-musulmana. Entre estos sitios, merecen destacarse Fuente de Ramos y Almendral o el antiguo asentamiento romano de Cerro Castelar y Marciagos, a corta distancia del centro urbano.

Estamos en un rincón de la sierra gaditana ideal para practicar senderismo, cicloturismo, rutas caballo especialmente por el antiguo trazado ferroviario de Jerez-Almargen que posee 35 kilómetros transitables entre Puerto Serrano y Olvera.

Setenil de las Bodegas

Esta localidad se encuentra ubicada en un corte profundo de la sierra. Esta localización le da una singularidad y belleza que la hacen única. Las casas se adaptan al terreno y algunas se encuentran literalmente bajo la roca o en el interior de la montaña.

Calles y terrazas acomodadas a los quiebros del terreno con lugares tan especiales como las calles de la Cueva de la Sombra y de las Cuevas del Sol, donde descansar y observar la peculiaridad del pueblo tomando una cervecita fresca en sus terrazas.

Su ubicación actual es de origen medieval y en la «Villa» se asentaba el antiguo poblado almohada. El castillo que domina el pueblo es una fortaleza medieval de los siglos XIV y XV que conserva la Torre del Homenaje y un aljibe.

Torre Alháquime

Su nombre ya lo dice, estamos en una pieza clave en la frontera entre el Reino de Granada y castellano. De la época nazarí conserva los restos de la muralla medieval que rodea el casco histórico, allí se encuentra el Arco de la Villa.

Piérdete por sus calles angostas y laberínticas, muros blancos y plazas donde explota el color de las flores. Un lugar ideal para practicar slow travel. Detente y sigue el ritmo lento de la sierra.

Fuente: https://www.diariodelviajero.com/espana/19-pueblos-blancos-de-la-sierra-de-cadiz-iii

Ubrique

Donde se unen los parques naturales de Grazalema y de los Alcornocales, se ubica la localidad de Ubrique. Una garantía de entorno natural de primera categoría y muchas opciones para el turismo activo: rutas de senderismo, de BTT, pesca, caza o avistamiento de aves.

Declarada Conjunto Histórico, Ubrique tiene origen romano y por aquí pasa una calzada romana que une Ubrique con el pueblo blanco de Beanocaz del que te hemos hablado en la primera entrega. Además, el yacimiento de Ocuri incluye un monumento funerario muy interesante y escaso en la península de tipo columbario.

De la época musulmana quedan los restos de la Fortaleza de Cardela o Castillo de Fátima que data del siglo XII. Ya en el casco histórico de Ubrique, podemos reconocer su trazado medieval con calles angostas, preciosos rincones y plazas con fuentes como la barroca Fuente Pública o la andalusí de los Nueve Caños.

Villamartín

Bajamos hacia los prados fértiles para llegarnos hasta Villamartín, un caserío con larga historia. Su ubicación le destacó desde siempre como cruce de caminos de la zona. Testigos de la historia son los dólmenes de Alberite y el yacimiento de Torrevieja.

En el casco del pueblo tenemos ejemplos de su patrimonio monumental como el Castillo de Matrera, la iglesia de Nuestra Señora de las Virtudes o el Convento de San Francisco y ejemplos de casas señoriales como el Palacio de los Ríos.

Villaluenga del Rosario

A los pies de un impresionante macizo rocoso encontramos a Villaluenga, el pueblo más alto de la provincia de Cádiz (859 m.s.n.m). Ya en tiempos prehistóricos el hombre vivía por aquí aprovechando las cuevas del terreno. Una muestra de ello es el yacimiento de las Cuevas de la Manga.

Las calles de su trazado van adaptándose a los desniveles del terreno, con subidas empinadas, escaleras y los edificios integrándose con la roca: las iglesias de San Miguel y del Salvador, las ermitas de San Gregorio y del Calvario, la Fuente del Acueducto y más.

Encontramos aquí la plaza de toros más antigua de la provincia ya que data del siglo XVIII y es única: no es redonda sino poligonal con un graderío realizado en la propia piedra del lugar.

Zahara de la Sierra

El Parque Natural de Grazalema abraza a este pintoresco rincón andaluz. La fundación de la actual Zahara (foto de inicio) se debe a los árabes y su trazado es un gran ejemplo del entramado urbano andalusi. Encontramos el castillo del sigo XIII con su Torre del Homenaje y los restos de la villa medieval con brios segmentos de la antigua muralla.

Las calles van subiendo (y bajando) por la sierra sobre la que se recuesta Zahara por lo que no es raro encontrar tramos muy empinados o con escaleras. En tu paseo debes pasar por el Puente de los Palominos, o detenerte a ver la Torre del reloj y disfrutar del tiempo lento en la florida plaza central.

Fuente: https://www.diariodelviajero.com/espana/19-pueblos-blancos-de-la-sierra-de-cadiz-y-iv

Grazalema: pueblos blancos y bosques milenarios en las sierras de Cádiz

El pinsapar, un bosque relicto de hace miles de años, es el principal atractivo de esta comarca situada a muy poca distancia del Estrecho de Gibraltar.

El pinsapo es una de las reliquias vegetales más raras y escasas del mundo. Esta conífera de gran porte (puede superar los 30 metros de altura) y de silueta elegante tiene sus últimos refugios en torno al Estrecho de Gibraltar: en las dos orillas. Del lado marroquí, el pinsapar se reduce a pequeñas manchas en el sorprendente Parque Nacional de Talassemtane, uno de los lugares más bonitos e intensos del norte del país alauita. Y en la orilla norte, se le puede encontrar, de manera natural, en el recientemente creado parque Nacional de la Sierra de Las Nieves, en Sierra Bermeja y en Grazalema. El pinsapo es un árbol exigente. Demanda grandes cantidades de agua durante todo el año, algo que podría considerarse poco coherente si hablamos del sur de las provincias de Cádiz y Málaga. El pinsapar es una auténtica esponja que requiere de buenas precipitaciones durante todo el año y que, como otras coníferas, tiene la capacidad de ordeñar las nubes gracias a sus hojas en forma de pequeñas agujas apretujadas. Una verdadera red que atrapa el agua y lo precipita hacia el suelo creando verdaderos vergeles en las sierras atlánticas y mediterráneas de Andalucía Occidental. El Pinsapo es la especie emblema de la Sierra de Grazalema, un lugar único de las serranías gaditanas dónde llueve casi más que en la lejana Galicia.

El Parque Natural de Grazalema se encuentra a 121 kilómetros de Sevilla, a 112 kilómetros de Cádiz y a apenas 85 kilómetros del Aeropuerto de Jerez. Así que da perfectamente para una escapada de puente o para un fin de semana. ¿Dónde alojarse? La propia localidad de Grazalema no es mala opción: aquí hay varias casas rurales y alojamientos familiares. Otras opciones a escasa distancia del parque natural son Zahara de la Sierra (con varios alojamientos rurales y un hotel) y el pueblo de Ubrique. Esta zona de las sierras de Cádiz da para mucho y lo mejor es hacer kilómetros por las carreteras de montaña e ir conectando los diferentes puntos de interés y senderos para ir descubriendo los tesoros que guarda la montaña. Pequeños pueblos; grandes bosques; dehesas; encinares; castillos; yacimientos arqueológicos…

El Pinsapar; la joya de la corona.- Lo primero que tienes que tener en cuenta antes de internarte en este bosque mágico es que para realizar la travesía del Pinsapar hay que inscribirse en el Centro de Interpretación que se encuentra en la localidad de El Bosque (Federico García Lorca, 1; Tel: (+34) 956 709 733) o, más conveniente por el escaso número de permisos diarios que se reservan, hacerlo previamente a través de correo electrónico (cvelbosque.amaya@juntadeandalucia.es). El sendero lineal del Pinsapar tiene una longitud de 11,2 kilómetros y un desnivel máximo de unos 300 metros de subida (saliendo desde Benamahoma) y otros 900 de bajada hasta el parking de Las Canteras. El camino transcurre por la cara norte del Pico Torreón, que con sus 1.648 metros sobre el nivel del mar es la cima de la provincia de Cádiz. Aquí podemos ver al Pinsapar en todo su esplendor (unas 400 hectáreas de extensión); y también viejos pozos de nieve, fuentes, acequias y canalizaciones.

Benamahoma y el agua.- El pequeño pueblo de Benamahoma es una de las localidades que se encuentran en pleno parque. Y también un ejemplo de la importancia del agua en la comarca: desde el punto de vista natural y cultural. El Río Majaceite atraviesa esta parte de Grazalema y corre hacia el oeste para alimentar las vegas de El Bosque y Ubrique (en el Embalse de Los Hurones). Desde aquí parte el Sendero del Majaceite que baja junto al cauce hasta el vecino pueblo de El Río pasando por la Cascada Honda de Benamahoma. Pero antes de echarte a caminar puedes visitar el Ecomuseo del Agua del Molino de Benamahoma (Nacimiento, 37) un viejo batán industrial (máquinas movidas por el agua) que pone de manifiesto la importancia de los cauces para la economía local más allá de su aprovechamiento agrícola y ganadero.

El Castillo de Zahara de La Sierra.- Zahara de la Sierra está, por méritos propios, en el listado de pueblos más bonitos de España. Este pueblo blanco se abraza literalmente a un peñasco impresionante que sirve de fortaleza natural y mirador. Sólo por pasear por sus callejuelas y asomarse a sus miradores merece la pena la visita (con lugares bastante notables como la Iglesia de Santa María de la Mesa –con un retablo barroco muy bonito-). Pero el punto fuerte del pueblo es su antiguo castillo y recinto amurallado. La Puerta de la Villa da paso a la antigua Zahara, que en tiempos anteriores a la conquista cristiana estaba mayoritariamente encerrada por las murallas (lo puedes ver en el Centro de Interpretación de la Villa Medieval –El Fuerte, 15-). Murallas adentro podrás ver restos de la Iglesia Mayor (previamente mezquita), rastros de las antiguas casas, las murallas y la soberbia Torre del Homenaje, que corona la zona más alta del peñasco ofreciendo vistas brutales. Aprovecha que estás por aquí para visitar la Garganta Verde (CA-9104), una verdadera trinchera excavado por el Arroyo de los Ballesteros dónde puedes ver al mítico buitre leonado (hay que solicitar permiso a través del correo cvelbosque@reservatuvisita.es o en el teléfono (+34) 956 709 733).

La A-374 entre Grazalema y Ubrique.- La carretera de las maravillas. Esta ruta de 26 kilómetros recorre uno de los parajes más bonitos de toda la sierra. Casi siempre a los pies de peñas llenas de cuevas (como la de Las Dos Puertas muy cerca de Grazalema) en un ambiente que alterna grandes manchas de encinar y alcornocal con prados siempre verdes. Una ruta para ir haciendo paradas para conocer verdaderas joyas naturales como el Chaparro de las Ánimas, un enorme alcornoque singular que está íntimamente ligado a la historia del pueblo de Grazalema: el corcho de este árbol se dedicaba a la compra de aceite para las lamparillas de ánimas de la iglesia. También hay pequeños pueblos (Villaluenga del Rosario y Benaocaz) y algunos restos arqueológicos interesantes como la vieja calzada romana que atravesaba estas sierras desde Ubrique. Si te gusta andar no dejes de subir al Saltadero desde el Paraje del Cintillo, uno de los rincones más hermosos de la ruta. El camino no es largo y las vistas merecen la pena.

Ubrique: mucho más que la capital del cuero.-  Ubrique es uno de los famosos pueblos blancos de Cádiz y es conocido en Andalucía por la calidad de sus cueros que es la materia prima con la que se elaboran buena parte de los artículos de marroquinería de alta gama de Europa (aquí fabrican grandes marcas de la industria del lujo y varias empresas independientes). Una fama que no es nueva ya que las tenerías y los artesanos locales son famosos, por lo menos, desde principios del siglo XVI, aunque es probable que la tradición venga de tiempos de musulmanes o más atrás. El pueblo es muy bonito (hay que verlo desde arriba en la subida a la Cruz del Tajo). Y sólo por eso merece la visita, pero el cuero es un aliciente más. Y no es de extrañar que la punta de lanza del turismo cultural del pueblo sea un museo dedicado a la principal industria local que lleva el nombre rimbombante de Manos y Magia en la Piel (Herrera Oria, 10), que ocupa un antiguo convento de Capuchinos del siglo XVII. Muy cerca de aquí se encuentra El Rodezno, una zona bañada por las aguas que bajan desde Grazalema en la que funcionaron las tenerías del pueblo hasta casi antes de ayer.

Pero hay mucho más que ver en Ubrique. Dentro del pueblo hay que dejarse perder por sus callejuelas para ir descubriendo sus edificios más notables: la extraña San Juan de Letrán (San Juan, 9), una vieja iglesia de planta octogonal que alberga el Museo de Historia de Ubrique; la Ermita de San Antonio (La Torre, 60), construida sobre una vieja fortificación nazarí; la Casa del Dintel (San Juan, 6), un palacete del siglo XVI o la Parroquia de Nuestra Señora de la O (Francisco Fatou, sn), una sencilla basílica del XVIII. Mención aparte merece la antigua Ocuri, la población romana que dio origen a Ubrique y que puede visitarse en lo alto de un cerro muy cerca del pueblo actual. Subir por la calzada romana es toda una experiencia y lo que te encuentras arriba merece mucho la pena de ver incluyendo el sorprendente Mausoleo, uno de los edificios romanos mejor conservados de España.

Fuente: https://www.eldiario.es/canariasahora/viajarahora/destino_espana/que-ver-en-grazalema-transporte-publico-permisos-senderos-mapa_1_9052334.html

RUTA DE LOS PUEBLOS BLANCOS DE CÁDIZ Y MÁLAGA

La llamada «Ruta de los pueblos blancos» es una ruta turística que comprende gran parte de los pueblos de la comarca de la Sierra de la provincia de Cádiz. Su nombre viene del blanco de las fachadas de las casa de los pueblos, pintadas con cal para repeler la calor.

Es una de las rutas más conocidas de Andalucía, en ella el viajero recorre más de 20 municipios de las provincias de Cádiz y Málaga. Pueblos que tienen como denominador común esas casas con fachadas de blanca cal tan características en gran parte de la comunidad andaluza.

La Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos nos llevará a conocer y disfrutar del rico y diverso patrimonio histórico, cultural y natural que guardan en su interior todas y cada una de las localidades que conforman esta oferta turística. Iglesias de diferentes estilos arquitectónicos, yacimientos arqueológicos de distintas épocas, castillos, cuevas prehistóricas, museos… y espacios naturales tan importantes como el Parque Natural de los Alcornocales o el Parque Natural Sierra de Grazalema son sólo alguna de las joyas que podremos encontrar en nuestro recorrido.

Pueblos incluidos en la Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos

Alcalá del Valle | Algar | Algodonales | Arcos de la Frontera | Benaocaz | Bornos | El Bosque | El Gastor | Espera | Grazalema | Olvera | Prado del Rey | Puerto Serrano | Setenil de las Bodegas | Torre Alháquime Ubrique | Villaluenga del Rosario | Villamartín | Zahara de la Sierra

Otros municipios en la provincia de Málaga que igualmente nos sorprenderán por su situación, historia y monumentos son; RondaMontejaqueJimera de LíbarAtajateBenadalidGaucín, Cortes de la Frontera Casares.

Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos Ruta Central

Comenzamos nuestro recorrido en pleno corazón del Parque Natural Sierra de Grazalema, en Zahara de la Sierra. Presidida por su castillo nazarí, está declarada Conjunto Histórico-Artístico. A continuación se encuentra Grazalema, pueblo de origen romano, sus alrededores son un paraíso para los amantes de la naturaleza, el senderismo y los deportes de montaña.

A través de una sinuosa carretera que nos ofrece unas vistas espectaculares, entre pinsapos y miradores, llegamos a Villaluenga del Rosario. Estamos en el pueblo más alto de la provincia de Cádiz, con calles empinadas y casas encaladas.

Benaocaz aparece tras seguir descendiendo por la carretera, pasando por un antiguo tramo de la calzada romana. Con maravillosos paisajes de fondo, nos llevaremos una grata impresión al divisar Ubrique. En las cercanías encontramos la antigua Ciudad Romana de Ocuri, en lo alto del Salto de la Mora. Llegar al casco antiguo de Ubrique supone un pequeño esfuerzo que es recomendable para poder disfrutar de sus balcones naturales y contemplar una panorámica admirable.

Hacia el norte espera El Bosque, zona truchera para los amantes de la pesca, posee el Premio Nacional de Embellecimiento. Tras recorrer Benamahoma, puerta de entrada al Pinsapar, la última parada nos lleva a Prado del Rey, situado entre la sierra y la campiña, entre olivos y viñedos, a sólo cuatro kilómetros nos encontramos los restos de la ciudad romana de Iptuci.

Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos Ruta Norte

Entre las sierras gaditanas y el río Guadalete se sitúa Puerto Serrano, inicio de nuestro recorrido. Pueblo blanco con casas encaladas, en él se respira tranquilidad y sosiego. Tras visitar Algodonales, con su Iglesia de Santa Ana, continuamos camino hacia El Gastor. Conocido como «Balcón de los Pueblos Blancos», desde su punto más alto se contemplan unas vistas maravillosas. De gran interés resulta la visita al Dolmen del Gigante.

La siguiente parada es Setenil de las Bodegas, con su original entramado urbano y la disposición de sus casas, excavadas en la montaña, que tienen como tejado las propias rocas.

Alcalá del Valle, refugio de moriscos, eclesiásticos y franciscanos, aprovecha las riquezas de su patrimonio monumental y natural para acoger a los que llegan en busca de descanso y calma.

Continuando por Torre Alháquime llegaremos a la última parada de esta ruta, Olvera. Declarada Conjunto Histórico-Artístico, el principal monumento de Olvera es la propia ciudad, sus casas encaladas y calles estrechas, dirigidas todas hacia la silueta imponente de su Iglesia de la Encarnación y su Castillo árabe en lo más alto del cerro. El Peñón de Zaframagón, situado en la zona más occidental del término, declarado Reserva Natural, alberga la mayor colonia de buitres leonados de Andalucía.

Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos Ruta Levante

Iniciamos esta ruta en Cortes de la Frontera, no podemos irnos sin visitar las ruinas de la ciudad romana de Saeponta, los de la Torre del Paso, la Ermita Mozárabe la Casita de Piedra y el imponente parque de La Sauceda.

Tras recorrer Algatocín con un núcleo urbano que conserva el sabor de su pasado morisco.  La siguiente parada nos lleva a Benadalid, con sus calles estrechas y tortuosas que nos trae reminiscencias árabes. Atajate con su paisaje de contrastes nos conduce a Jimera de Líbar, un lugar para descansar, un pueblo donde se respira la tranquilidad.

Benaoján se caracteriza por su relieve accidentado, las casas parecen escalar la montaña, salpicando de blanco el verde del campo. De gran importancia son las dos formaciones geológicas, el Sistema Hundidero-Gato, con sus cuevas y lagos y la Cueva de la Pileta, con pinturas prehistóricas y declarada Monumento Nacional de Arte Rupestre.

Y para finalizar, Ronda. Una de las ciudades más antiguas de España. La Cueva de la Pileta es uno de los mejores exponentes del arte rupestre del Paleolítico andaluz. Su espectacular tajo, de más de 200 metros de profundidad, divide la ciudad en dos partes unidas por un puente de piedra. Los baños árabes, el Palacio del Rey Moro, la Plaza de Toros, la Fuente de los Ocho Caños y el Mirador del Tajo son algunas de las maravillas que nos ofrece Ronda.

Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos Ruta Occidental

Puerta de entrada de los Pueblos Blancos, Arcos de la Frontera se encuentra enclavado en la cima de una roca, completamente bordeado por el río Guadalete. El conjunto urbano, por su belleza y originalidad, constituye uno de los más singulares de España, declarado Monumento Histórico-Artístico Nacional. Arcos de la Frontera tiene sabor a pueblo hecho de cal y sol, de rejas y flores.

Tras visitar Algar, bello pueblo de origen árabe, seguimos camino hacia Espera. En lo alto de una peña se encuentra el Castillo de Fatetar con su ermita adosada, donde podemos contemplar unas maravillosas vistas. Bornos es un pueblo blanco, con campos salpicados de huertas, se sitúa a orillas del pantano que lleva su nombre. Saliendo de Bornos tenemos la posibilidad de visitar la ciudad ibero-romana de Carissa Aurelia.

Villamartín nos ofrece gran variedad de paisajes entre el blanco de sus casas, el verde de la campiña y el azul del cielo y el agua. Resalta entre sus casas la torre de la Iglesia de Santa María de las Virtudes. Sin olvidar el Campo Dolménico de Alberite.

Fuente: https://andaluciarustica.com/ruta-de-los-pueblos-blancos.htm

La Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos de Málaga

La famosa Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos de Andalucía comprende una serie de localidades ubicadas en terreno de las comarcas de Sierra de Cádiz y Serranía de Ronda. El eminente carácter serrano de estos lugares se refleja con facilidad en sus costumbres y tradiciones. Esto embellece el paisaje de la misma manera que lo hacen los conjuntos de fachadas encaladas, los tejados rojizos de sus casas, el trazado estrecho y empinado de sus calles. Los arquillos y pasadizos que aderezan la trama urbana en algunos de sus rincones son otro de los tesoros de esta Ruta por los Pueblos Blancos de Málaga.

La Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos de Málaga es, sin duda, una de las más famosas rutas de arquitectura popular andaluza. También es un recorrido por una tierra con historia que ha sido testigo de numerosos episodios y conflictos que han dejado su huella en forma de castillos y otros restos arqueológicos.

Pese a que los pueblos blancos andaluces comprenda localidades de las provincias de Cádiz y Málaga, nos centraremos en aquellos pueblos blancos de Málaga que, tomando como centro Ronda, quedan ubicados en tierras malagueñas.

Ronda

Ronda es una de las localidades con mayor proyección turística de Málaga. Un bello lugar marcado por la presencia del impactante tajo del río Guadalevín que cuenta con atractivos de la talla de su famoso puente, sus baños árabes o su plaza de toros. Es considerada como una de las más antiguas y monumentales de España.

Tanto por sus monumentos como por su historia y cultura, Ronda se alza como indiscutible centro de los pueblos blancos malagueños. Es un destino imprescindible en el que merece la pena invertir varios días de visita.

Benaoján

Ubicado en terreno del Parque Natural de la Sierra de Grazalema, Benaoján es un pequeño pueblo muy apreciado por toda clase de amantes del turismo rural y los deportes de aventura. En sus alrededores encontramos interesantes lugares como las Cuevas del Gato y de La Pileta. En el interior de esta última se conserva una serie de pinturas rupestres que evidencian una temprana presencia humana en el lugar. Componen un importante conjunto artístico de estilo paleolítico.

Montejaque

De origen musulmán, Montejaque es un pueblo situado también en terreno de la Sierra de Grazalema y cuyo nombre significa “Montaña Perdida”. Se trata de un lugar de notable riqueza histórica donde es posible visitar monumentos de la talla de la iglesia de Santiago el Mayor. En sus alrededores se alza el Hacho, un monte que con sus 1.075 metros de altitud da cobijo a la localidad y domina desde su cima todo el paisaje circundante.

Jimera de Líbar

Jimera de Líbar es otro núcleo de origen musulmán que llegó a albergar una importante fortaleza de la que actualmente no queda vestigio alguno. No obstante, su nombre en lengua árabe fue Inz Almaraz, cuyo significado es “castillo de la mujer”. Los alrededores del lugar, sobre los que destaca la presencia del pico Martín Gil, son un escenario para la práctica de toda clase de deportes de naturaleza.

Atajate

Esta localidad malagueña de nuestra Ruta por los Pueblos Blancos de Málaga es  una de las de menor población de la provincia. Esto garantiza una relativa paz y tranquilidad en sus calles.

Atajate es actualmente famosa por la producción de mosto, último vestigio de una importante industria vinícola que vivió siglos de esplendor. Posteriormente vivió su declive debido a una fuerte plaga de filoxera que afectó a la región a finales del siglo XIX.

Benadalid

La siguiente parada en la Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos de Málaga es Benadalid. Cuenta con varios atractivos patrimoniales como su castillo árabe. De posible origen romano, este monumento cuenta con planta cuadrada y torres cilíndricas. En la actualidad es empleado como cementerio local.

Otros lugares de Benadalid que merecen una visita son la iglesia de San Isidoro y la cruz del Humilladero. Su construcción está ligada a dos hermanos portugueses que se asentaron aquí. Fueron los posibles responsables de la generalización del apellido Fernández en el pueblo.

Algatocín

Algatocín es un lugar de notable belleza cuyo perfil escalonado se adapta a la perfección al relieve del terreno. Sobre éste se asienta dando lugar a una trama urbana irregular y paisajísticamente atractiva. Entre sus puntos de interés destacan la iglesia de Nuestra Señora del Rosario y el mirador del Genil. Ofrece excelentes vistas de un paisaje serrano de frondosa vegetación dominado por alcornoques, castaños y otras especies autóctonas.

Gaucín

Ubicado en el centro de un variado y rico entorno natural, Gaucín es una pequeña localidad de trazado morisco que tuvo su particular relevancia histórica en años de la reconquista. Su castillo fue considerado como un importante punto estratégico cuya toma supuso la muerte de Guzmán “el Bueno”, Señor de Sanlúcar de Barrameda.

En la actualidad, el Castillo del Águila es su principal atracción patrimonial. Su emplazamiento en la cima de un cerro a 688 metros de altitud es a su vez el destino de una de las excursiones más populares del lugar.

Casares

La Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos de Málaga termina en Casares, un lugar declarado como Monumento Histórico Artístico. Casares cuenta con importantes muestras patrimoniales como la Iglesia de la Encarnación, su castillo árabe y la ermita de San Sebastián.  Los restos de la ermita de la Vera o los baños de La Hedionda, cuyas aguas sulfurosas fueron utilizadas como fuente de salud en época romana.

Casares es, además, el lugar de nacimiento del político y escritor Blas Infante, conocido como el “Padre de la Patria Andaluza” y cuya casa natal permanece todavía en pie. Por la disposición de sus casas y sus calles en cuesta, Casares se ha ganado el sobrenombre de “Pueblo Colgante”.

La Ruta de los Pueblos Blancos de Málaga constituye, en definitiva, una de las mejores oportunidades para conocer la cultura serrana y popular de una provincia rica y variada que cuenta con un interior sorprendente.

Pese a que en esta ocasión nos centremos en las tierras de la Serranía de Ronda, conviene recordar que los pueblos blancos son una realidad muy extendida por toda la geografía andaluza. En Málaga, sin ir más lejos, pueden admirarse otros ejemplos como Mijas; o Cómpeta, Comares y Frigiliana, en la comarca de La Axarquía.

Fuente: https://espanafascinante.com/lugares/pueblos-blancos-de-malaga/

Pink sunRise-Sunset in August 1967

Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd, British rock band at the forefront of 1960s psychedelia who later popularized the concept album for mass rock audiences in the 1970s. The principal members were lead guitarist Syd Barrett (original name Roger Keith Barrett; b. January 6, 1946, Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England—d. July 7, 2006, Cambridge), bassist Roger Waters (b. September 6, 1943, Great Bookham, Surrey), drummer Nick Mason (b. January 27, 1945, Birmingham, West Midlands), keyboard player Rick Wright (in full Richard Wright; b. July 28, 1945, London—d. September 15, 2008, London), and guitarist David Gilmour (b. March 6, 1944, Cambridge).

Formed in 1965, the band went through several name changes before combining the first names of a pair of Carolina bluesmen, Pink Anderson and Floyd Council. Their initial direction came from vocalist-guitarist-songwriter Barrett, whose mixture of bluesmusic hall styles, Lewis Carroll references, and dissonant psychedelia established the band as a cornerstone of the British underground scene. They signed with EMI and early in 1967 had their first British hit with the controversial “Arnold Layne,” a song about a transvestite. This was followed by their debut album, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, a lush, experimental record that has since become a rock classic. Their sound was becoming increasingly adventurous, incorporating sound effects, spacy guitar and keyboards, and extended improvisation such as “Interstellar Overdrive.”

By 1968 Barrett, who had overused LSD and was struggling with schizophrenia, was replaced by guitarist Gilmour. Without Barrett’s striking lyrics, the band moved away from the singles market to concentrate on live work, continuing its innovations in sound and lighting but with varying degrees of success. After recording a series of motion-picture soundtrack albums, they entered the American charts with Atom Heart Mother (1970) and Meddle (1971). Making records that were song-based but thematic in approach and that included long instrumental passages, the band did much to popularize the concept album. They hit the commercial jackpot with Dark Side of the Moon (1973). A bleak treatise on death and emotional breakdown underlined by Waters’s dark songwriting, it sent Pink Floyd soaring into the megastar bracket and remained in the American pop charts for more than a decade. The follow-up, Wish You Were Here (1975), included “Shine On You Crazy Diamond,” a song for Barrett, and, though it went to number one in both the United States and Britain, it was considered anticlimactic and pompous by many critics.

By the release of Animals (1977), it was clear that Waters had become the band’s dominant influence, and there was increasing internal conflict within Pink Floyd. Their sense of alienation (from both one another and contemporary society) was profoundly illustrated by the tour for 1979’s best-selling album The Wall, for which a real brick wall was built between the group and the audience during performance. After the appropriately named The Final Cut (1983), Pink Floyd became inactive, and legal wrangles ensued over ownership of the band’s name. Waters, who dismissed Wright after The Wall and took over most of the songwriting, was even more firmly in control. As a result the band split, but, much to Waters’s chagrin, Gilmour, Mason, and Wright reunited, continuing as Pink Floyd. In the late 1980s Wright, Gilmour, and Mason released two albums, including the ponderous A Momentary Lapse of Reason (1987) and The Division Bell (1994), while Waters pursued a solo career. Waters reunited with his former bandmates for a single performance at the Live 8 benefit concert in 2005. Gilmour and Mason later used recordings made with Wright (who died in 2008) to create what they said was the final Pink Floyd album, The Endless River (2014). Pink Floyd was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1996.

Source: https://www.britannica.com/topic/Pink-Floyd#ref996426

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

The title of Pink Floyd’s debut album is taken from a chapter in Syd Barrett‘s favorite children’s book, The Wind in the Willows, and the lyrical imagery of The Piper at the Gates of Dawn is indeed full of colorful, childlike, distinctly British whimsy, albeit filtered through the perceptive lens of LSD. Barrett‘s catchy, melodic acid pop songs are balanced with longer, more experimental pieces showcasing the group’s instrumental freak-outs, often using themes of space travel as metaphors for hallucinogenic experiences — «Astronomy Domine» is a poppier number in this vein, but tracks like «Interstellar Overdrive» are some of the earliest forays into what has been tagged space rock. But even though Barrett‘s lyrics and melodies are mostly playful and humorous, the band’s music doesn’t always bear out those sentiments — in addition to Rick Wright‘s eerie organ work, dissonance, chromaticism, weird noises, and vocal sound effects are all employed at various instances, giving the impression of chaos and confusion lurking beneath the bright surface. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn successfully captures both sides of psychedelic experimentation — the pleasures of expanding one’s mind and perception, and an underlying threat of mental disorder and even lunacy; this duality makes Piper all the more compelling in light of Barrett‘s subsequent breakdown, and ranks it as one of the best psychedelic albums of all time.

Source: https://www.allmusic.com/album/the-piper-at-the-gates-of-dawn-mw0000191309#:~:text=The%20Piper%20at%20the%20Gates%20of%20Dawn%20successfully%20captures%20both,subsequent%20breakdown%2C%20and%20ranks%20it

Why Syd Barrett’s Pink Floyd still remains captivating: ‘The Piper At The Gates of Dawn’ review

Pink Floyd is typically thought as the transatlantic progressive rock powerhouse of the mid 70s – run on Roger Waters’ political commentary and David Gilmour’s sincerity. However, Floyd purists would probably have a fondness for the band’s original incarnation: Syd Barrett being principal songwriter, Richard Wright second in command, and Roger Waters just a bassist and multi-instrumentalist. 

When making their debut, Pink Floyd were students of psychedelic rock. They created a name for themselves in the underground scene with their entrancing live shows at the UFO club in London, and breaking through to the mainstream with terrific singles like ‘Arnold Layne’ and ‘See Emily Play’. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn proves to be the definitive statement of a band who were unknowingly reaching the end of a short chapter in their storied career. 

‘Astronomy Domine’ is a stunning opener. This track is one which typical Pink Floyd fans would find the most digestible given its space-rock atmosphere. Barrett’s poetry is exceptional, with lines like “the sound resounds/Around the icy waters underground” providing the lyrics with fluid grace. The band does a superb job in selling the song with the last leg being particularly impressive –  the harmonizing vocals accompanied by the increasingly intense instrumental work helps the song swell into a fulfilling conclusion, leaving the track worthy of its astral chant title. 

‘Lucifer Sam’, however, is a hilarious change of pace. This is the start of many instances where Barrett displays his whimsy and in this case, he releases his inner Ray Davies (of The Kinks fame). A Batman-esc riff propels Barrett’s musing over his “siam cat” and its poppiness makes this a standout. 

‘Flaming’ is gorgeously ethereal. Its lyrics can be read as a child’s inner monologue whilst playing hide and seek or a description of an idyllic drug trip. Verses such as “lazing in the foggy dew/Sitting on a unicorn” with refrains like “yippee! You can’t see me/But I can you” create a divergence in interpretation. Waters’ usage of the slide whistle and wind-up toys helps to cultivate a celestial and delicate air. 

The hypnotic track in ‘Chapter 24’ was inspired by the 24th chapter of I Ching, an ancient Chinese divination manual and book of wisdom. Here Barrett seeks to interpret its meaning and the song’s structure is perhaps the most accessible on the whole project. The song unfolds gracefully in its tranquil beauty.

However, the listener gets transported back into Barrett’s whimsical mind with ‘The Gnome’. Norman Smith’s production does well in portraying the intimacy of the song, with the acoustic guitar and vocals foregrounded only giving way to Wright’s celesta at the chorus. You can really get a sense of Barrett playing the role of storyteller, as if around a campfire, to a small group of obedient children. 

‘Bike’ is an eerie closer. Barrett’s poetic meter is expertly off-kilter and the instrumental is slightly clownish in an aesthetic which, tied together with a forthright song structure, provides this song with a perverse innocence. 

Nonetheless, the album does falter in the middle. The instrumental ‘Pow R. Toc H.’ is not terrible in isolation or following the greatness of the first four tracks. However, its close proximity to the disappointing recording of ‘Interstellar Overdrive’ renders it forgettable.

Speaking of ‘Interstellar Overdrive’, the live staple for Pink Floyd up to this point does not deliver in the studio. Its beginning and end are pleasant but the six-minute stretch in between sounds more like mindless noodling. You would have to be very under the influence to develop some appreciation for this composition. It would take several listens for an established Floyd fan to accept that Waters did, in fact, write ‘Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk’. It is definitely a song that very few would entertain more than once. 

Nevertheless, Pipers definitely makes it into Pink Floyd’s top five albums – top three depending on my mood. It is exemplary of Syd Barrett’s supreme talent as a songwriter and lyricist. Pink Floyd would never be as funny, innocent or poetic as this ever again. Barrett proves to be one of the high profile casualties of 1960s excesses, and it is with good reason that his work left an impression on seminal artists like David Bowie. It is no accident that it took several years for the band to find their feet after Syd’s departure

Pink Floyd were never known for their hooks and choruses so this project generally would be an intriguing listen for the common Floyd fan. Pipers does have shades of their musical trademarks (such as extensive instrumental bridges and an atmospheric sound) but all in the constraints of 60s psychedelic rock. It’s as much an LP as it is a legitimate historical document of British psychedelia – it contains all of its brilliance, madness and ugliness. It’s Pink Floyd at their most British and it’s a project that no real fan should miss out on. 

Source: https://theboar.org/2020/08/pink-floyd-pipers-at-the-gates-of-dawn/

The Piper At the Gates of Dawn

The Piper At the Gates of Dawn is the legendary debut album by Pink Floyd and the only album during their Syd Barrett-led era. This era began during the summer of 1965, when Barrett joined the established band which included his childhood friend Roger Waters and unilaterally began to call this band “The Pink Floyd Sound”, after a couple of obscure blues men he had in his record collection. By 1966, the band became part of London’s “underground” scene, gained some high connections, and played some high profile gigs attended by celebrities. In early 1967, the band signed with EMI and their debut album was recorded at Abbey Road Studios with producer Norman Smith. The sessions had their share of turmoil as Barrett was unresponsive to direction and constructive criticism.

The sessions for The Piper At the Gates of Dawn came during the middle of a turbulent, exciting, and productive year for Pink Floyd, which also saw the release and charting of three non-album singles. “See Emily Play” was the highest charting on these early singles as the follow-up to “Arnold Layne”, a controversial song as it depicted a transvestite whose primary pastime was stealing women’s clothes and undergarments from washing lines and many English radio stations refused to play the song.

The Piper At the Gates of Dawn is the legendary debut album by Pink Floyd and the only album during their Syd Barrett-led era. This era began during the summer of 1965, when Barrett joined the established band which included his childhood friend Roger Waters and unilaterally began to call this band “The Pink Floyd Sound”, after a couple of obscure blues men he had in his record collection. By 1966, the band became part of London’s “underground” scene, gained some high connections, and played some high profile gigs attended by celebrities. In early 1967, the band signed with EMI and their debut album was recorded at Abbey Road Studios with producer Norman Smith. The sessions had their share of turmoil as Barrett was unresponsive to direction and constructive criticism.

The sessions for The Piper At the Gates of Dawn came during the middle of a turbulent, exciting, and productive year for Pink Floyd, which also saw the release and charting of three non-album singles. “See Emily Play” was the highest charting on these early singles as the follow-up to “Arnold Layne”, a controversial song as it depicted a transvestite whose primary pastime was stealing women’s clothes and undergarments from washing lines and many English radio stations refused to play the song.

The album begins with “Astronomy Domine”, the ultimate space odyssey song with wild tremolo effects and a chanting vocal duet between Barrett and keyboardist Richard Wright. There is an extended instrumental section after first verse sequence before the song returns for the concluding sequence. the riff-driven “Lucifer Sam” follows with a cool, mid-sixties British groove, making the song a lot less psychedelic than those on the rest of the album.

“Matilda Mother” begins with some interplay between Waters’ bass and Wright’s organ, who plays a big role in the song by also taking on lead vocals. There are also some fine harmonies during the verses and a slow carousel-like sequence through the end. “Flaming” is another melody-driven song but with wild sound effects throughout as well as a bright acoustic guitar, overdubbed in the third and fourth verses and an odd, yet melodic middle break. “Pow R. Toc H.” is the first of two instrumentals on the album, with the heart of the song driven mainly by a blues riff (one of the few moments where Waters bass is well represented). This is a great early art piece by Pink Floyd, though there are times when the sound effects are just a tad overwhelming. According to drummer Nick Mason, the band members were present at Abbey Road when they watched The Beatles recording “Lovely Rita” for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and decided to try voice effects and noises similar for “Pow R. Toc H.”

Barrett wrote eight of the album’s eleven songs along with contributing to two instrumentals which were credited to the whole band. Waters was credited with one composition, “Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk”. This closer of the first side is a more frenzied piece than anything else on the album, with Mason really shines on this track with a style of over-the-top drumming which should make Keith Moon proud. Rumor has it that the band insisted in contract negotiations that “Interstellar Overdrive” remain in experimental form on the debut album. The song, which became the the unofficial theme song of the underground event “the fourteen hour technicolor dream”, was the first recorded by the band in January. This instrumental starts strong, with a strong and catchy main riff, but within a minute and a half the song begins to deteriorate into a psychedelic collage of sound effects, which goes on for about seven minutes and may have be just a bit much for any sober listener.

Barrett takes over the rest of the album, with some fine and interesting compositions. “The Gnome” is an upbeat, acoustic folk song with some exaggerated vocals by Barrett and some excellent bass by Waters. “Chapter 24” is perhaps the first deeply philosophical song by a band that would make their reputation exploring such matters. Barrett’s melody floats above the transcending musical motif with the middle part dissolving with a Middle-Eastern sounding organ. The song was inspired by by text from chapter 24 of the ancient Chinese script I Ching (The Book of Changes).

“The Scarecrow” is built on a series of percussive effects by Mason and organ flights by Wright. These at first sound disparate, but are soon held together by layered vocals in concert with tightly strummed electric guitars. An acoustic montage is later overdubbed over the whole ensemble in the outro.

“Bike” is the most brilliant and chilling song on the album, and perhaps the quintessential Syd Barrett song. Lyrically, the song is metered like a 10-year-old’s boasting rant about disparate subjects during the verse and a melancholy chorus about a “girl who fits in with my world”. Knowing of Barrett’s eventual mental demise, the song has turned out to be extremely profound. Musically, the song is driven by good piano and effects by Wright throughout and rock driven rock verses with softer, melodic choruses through the song proper, which lasts less than two minutes. The song and album concludes with a psychedelic reprise of sound collages.

After the release of the album in August 1967, Pink Floyd continued to perform in London, drawing ever larger crowds. But Barrett’s mental state continued to deteriorate and soon he got to the point where he could not perform onstage. Aside from a few more single tracks and one song on the next album, A Saucerful of Secrets, Barrett would not perform with the band again, making The Piper At the Gates of Dawn, a truly unique work.

Source: https://www.classicrockreview.com/2012/07/1967-pink-floyd-piper/

Chapter 24 by Pink Floyd

A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return
The seven is the number of the young light
It forms when darkness is increased by one
Change returns success
Going and coming without error
Action brings good fortune
Sunset

The time is with the month of winter solstice
When the change is due to come
Thunder in the other course of heaven
Things cannot be destroyed once and for all
Change returns success
Going and coming without error
Action brings good fortune
Sunset, sunrise

A movement is accomplished in six stages
And the seventh brings return
The seven is the number of the young light
It forms when darkness is increased by one
Change returns success
Going and coming without error
Action brings good fortune
Sunset, sunrise, sunrise, sunset

just ONE…

WORLD, LIFE, PEACE, LOVE

One World by Dire Straits

Can’t get no sleeves for my records
Can’t get no laces for my shoes
Can’t get no fancy notes on my blue guitar

I can’t get no antidote for blues
Oh yeah, blues

I can’t find the reasons for your actions
Or I don’t much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure
Or somehow I can’t find the cure

Can’t get no antidote for blues
Oh yeah, blues

They say it’s mostly vanity
That writes the plays we act
They tell me that’s what everybody knows
There’s no such thing as sanity
And that’s the sanest fact
That’s the way the story goes

Oh yeah

Oh, yeah

Blues

Can’t get no remedy on my TV
It’s nothing but the same old news
Well, they can’t find a way to be
One world in harmony

Can’t get no antidote for blues
Alright, yeah, blues

Blues

Oh yeah

Blues
Alright

One World (Not Three) by The Police

One world (not three)

One world is enough
For all of us
One world is enough
For all of us

It’s a subject we rarely mention
But when we do we have this little invention
By pretending they’re a different world from me
I show my responsibility

One world is enough
For all of us
One world is enough
For all of us

The third world breathes our air tomorrow
We live on the time we borrow
In our world there’s no time for sorrow
In their world there is no tomorrow

One world is enough
For all of us
One world is enough
For all of us

Lines are drawn upon the world
Before we get our flags unfurled
Whichever one we pick
It’s just a self deluding trick

One world is enough
For all of us
One world is enough
For all of us

I don’t want to bring a sour note
Remember this before you vote
We can all sink or we all float
‘Cause we’re all in the same big boat

One world is enough
For all of us
One world is enough
For all of us

One world is enough
For all of us
One world is enough
For all of us

One world is enough
For all of us

It may seem a million miles away
But it gets a little closer everyday
It may seem a million miles away
But it gets a little closer everyday
It may seem a million miles away
But it gets a little closer everyday

One world…

One World by de Billy Ocean

So many people
Living in the world today
Trying to find an answer
Searching for a better way
So much demonstrations
People voicing their opinion
We got to find the solution
What we need is a love revolution

‘Cause we got one world
So let’s take care of business
Don’t wait another day
We got one love, yeah
Keep on holding on
No letting go
We got one world, mmh
Delivering a message
I came here to tell you
We’ve got one dream, mmh
Brothers and sisters
You know what I mean

Callous people out there
In the world today
Will burst your bubble
Hurting (hurting) by the games they play
But I know (I know) and I feel (I see)
I see there’s something going on (yeah)
It’s time for us to turn it around (ooh-ooh)
We can’t afford to get it wrong

‘Cause we got one world
So let’s take care of business
Don’t wait another day
We got one love, mmh
Keep on holding on
No letting go
We got one world, eh
I’m delivering a message
I came here to tell you
We got one dream
Brothers and sisters
You know what I mean

One world, listen
One dream, one hope
One love, one chance
One mind, one faith
This human race
Oh, and this human race, oh-oh
One love, one hope
One dream, one love

We got one world, yeah
Let’s take care of business
Don’t wait another day
We got one love, mmh, yeah
Keep on holding on
No letting go
We got one world
Delivering a message
I came here to let you know
One dream, yeah
Brothers and sisters
You know what I mean

One world
One world, one love, one dream
You know what I mean
One love
Delivering a message
I came here to tell we got
One world
One dream, yeah
Delivering a message

One by U2

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame?

You say, one love, one life (One life)
It’s one need in the night
One love (One love)
Get to share it
Leaves you darling
If you don’t care for it
Mary

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well, it’s too late, tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We’re one, but we’re not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other

One (One)
One (Oh, oh, one)
One (One, oh-oh)
One (Oh-oh)

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Well, did I ask too much? More than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it’s all I got
We’re one but we’re not the same
See we, hurt each other then we do it again

You say, love is a temple, love is a higher law
Love is a temple, love is a higher law
You ask for me to enter but then you make me crawl
And I can’t keep holding on to what you’ve got
‘Cause all you got is hurt

One love, one blood
One life, you’ve got to do what you should
One life with each other
Sisters and my brothers
One life but we’re not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other

One
One
One
One
One
One

One love, one love

Sorrow by Pink Floyd

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can’t be precise
He’s chained forever to a world that’s departed
It’s not enough, it’s not enough

His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
His knees have trembled and given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered

One world, one soul
Time pass, the river roll

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words
Of promises broken

One Love by de Bob Marley & The Wailers

One love, one heart
Let’s get together and feel all right
Hear the children cryin’ (one love)
Hear the children cryin’ (one heart)
Sayin’ give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Sayin’ let’s get together and feel all right

Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (one love)
There is one question I’d really love to ask (one heart)
Is there a place for the hopeless sinners
Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own beliefs?

One love, what about the one heart, one heart
What about, people, let’s get together and feel all right
As it was in the beginning (one love)
So shall it be in the end (one heart)
All right! Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Let’s get together and feel all right, one more thing

Let’s get together to fight this Holy Armagiddyon (one love)
So when the Man comes there will be no, no doom (one song)
Have pity on those whose chances grows t’inner
There ain’t no hiding place from the Father of Creation

Sayin’, one love, what about the one heart? (one heart)
What about the, let’s get together and feel all right
I’m pleadin’ to mankind (one love)
Oh, Lord (one heart) whoa

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Let’s get together and feel all right
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Let’s get together and feel all right

Centro di gravita permanente

Franco Battiato: la malattia, la musica e l’eterno enigma di un maestro senza confini

«Il silenzio del rumore / Delle valvole a pressione / I cilindri del calore / Serbatoi di produzione / Anche il tuo spazio è su misura / Non hai forza per tentare / Di cambiare il tuo avvenire / Per paura di scoprire / Libertà che non vuoi avere / Ti sei mai chiesto / Quale funzione hai?».

Così cantava Franco Battiato nello spettacolo «Pollution» (1972) ancor oggi un classico dello sperimentalismo musicale. È morto oggi — come ha reso noto la famiglia — dopo lunga malattia nella sua casa che era l’ex castello della famiglia Moncada a Milo, in Sicilia.

Battiato è stato uno degli artisti più significativi e complessi e versatili dell’universo artistico italiano.

Nei decenni a trionfare sia nella musica classica e sperimentale che nel pop, finendo più volte in testa alle classifiche con brani come «Bandiera bianca», o «L’era del cinghiale bianco». Pur avendo creato opere musicali complesse come «Gilgamesh» andato in scena all’Opera di Roma o la sonata per pianoforte «L’Egitto prima delle sabbie», Battiato è riuscito a vincere come autore il festival di Sanremo 1981, avendo composto con Giusto Pio e la stessa Alice il brano «Per Elisa».

Battiato viveva allora un momento magico al centro di un sodalizio artistico molto affiatato composto da lui, il violinista Giusto Pio, il produttore Angelo Carrara, la cantante Giuni Russo, il cantante Mino di Martino, il musicista Francesco Messina e il compositore e pianista Roberto Cacciapaglia.

La scomparsa del padre, il viaggio a Milano con la madre

Battiato era nato a Riposto, allora chiamata Ionia, il 23 marzo 1945.

A seguito della prematura scomparsa del padre si trasferisce con la madre a Milano.

Nel cabaret club 64, dove suona e canta conosce Paolo Poli, Enzo Jannacci, Renato Pozzetto, Bruno Lauzi e Giorgio Gaber con cui instaura una duratura amicizia.

Scrive con lui il brano «E allora dai» che, cantato da Gaber e da Caterina Caselli, va in gara a Sanremo 1967. Nel 1973 un operatore culturale e pubblicitario di nome Gianni Sassi cerca qualcosa di nuovo e dirompente per promuovere le ceramiche Iris, delle piastrelle di lusso che raffigurano fedelmente una zolla di terra appena arata. E trova sponda nel singolare artista siciliano innamorato dello stile di Karlheinz Stockhausen (conosciuto dopo un suo concerto a Torino)e Luciano Berio.

L’avanguardia

Battiato fa musiche e poesia d’avanguardia, sfidando nei concerti un pubblico poco avezzo a dissonanze e altre follie.

Con la stessa etichetta del maestro Pino Massara, la Bla Bla record, incide anche l’album «Fetus» che reca un feto umano in copertina e viene sequestrato. I suoi interessi vanno dalla musica lirica al pop e all’avanguardia.

È un outsider a tutto campo. Che la grande platea scopre soprattutto con gli album «L’era del cinghiale bianco», «La voce del Padrone» e «Up patriots to arms».

Ma la magia con cui lui maneggia i grovigli di fili dei rudimentali sintetizzatori dell’epoca è straordinaria come dimostrano le geometrie elettroniche di «Proprietad prohibila» nell’album «Clic», ancora oggi sigla di TG2 dossier.

Un magico e ipnotico crescendo che incanta ancora oggi. Uno degli album più rivelatori del suo percorso resta «Caffè de la Paix», dove «l’inconscio ci comunica frammenti di verità sepolte».

L‘enigma e la malattia

Sul piano umano e musicale Franco Battiato resta un enigma.

La sua creatività è sorretta da una dura disciplina spirituale.

I suoi percorsi musicali spesso hanno ispirazioni lontane, tortuose, e forme espressive ostiche che alludono a culture e simbologie remote e iniziatiche.

Frequenta assiduamente il filosofo Henri Thomasson, che firma molte canzoni con lo pseudonimo di Tommaso Tramonti.

A volte Battiato riesce ad essere oscuro e lontano (così lo vivemmo con «Gilgamesh» all’Opera di Roma), altre di una chiarezza cristallina (basti pensare a «Povera patria» in «Come un cammello in una grondaia»).

La fede in una immortalità immanente

Battiato impasta e mette in musica, scienza e mito, fede in un’immortalità immanente nel mistero della natura e dello spirito, nel rimpianto perenne di un ordine e di una felicità perduta ma che nel Gran Giorno per alcuni ritornerà.

Tema ben presente in «Lode all’inviolato».

In altri dischi Battiato invita a trascendere il corpo entrando in una sorta di sonno vegliante.

Battiato, che ha anche prodotto un disco di Milva con le sue canzoni e ha scritto successi estivi di Giuni Russo come «Un’estate al mare» è stato attivo su vari campi artistici: la pittura, il cinema con la colonna sonora del film «Una vita scellerata» (uscito nel 1990), incentrato sulla figura di Benvenuto Cellini. Negli ultimi anni aveva collaborato con il filosofo Manlio Sgalambro.

La devozione alla madre

Battiato era molto devoto alla madre. Quando comprò il castello dei Moncada a Milo, fece riconsacrare la cappella che faceva parte del complesso e ogni mattina un prete diceva messa per lei.

Nel restauro del castello Battiato sventrò le cantine creando una sala da ballo (adorava le danze sufi) di oltre 200 metri quadri con il parquet ricavato dal legno di rovere delle botti.

E a chi gli chiedeva «e il vino?» lui rispondeva: lo comprerò al supermercato.

Fonte: https://www.corriere.it/spettacoli/21_maggio_18/franco-battiato-l-eterno-enigma-infinito-un-maestro-senza-confini-4a2fae78-b7a1-11eb-add6-98a2b51489e2.shtml

Storia di Franco Battiato: gli amori, la spiritualità, le canzoni e il disgusto per i politici corrotti

Franco Battiato moriva il 18 maggio 2021. A un anno dalla scomparsa, Rai1 lo ricorda con il documentario “Il coraggio di essere Franco”. Ripercorriamo la sua storia: le canzoni indimenticabili come La Cura, la decisione di non prendere moglie e di non avere figli, la ricerca spirituale continua e il disgusto per la corruzione politica.

Franco Battiato è morto il 18 maggio 2021. A un anno dalla sua scomparsa, Rai1 lo ricorda con il documentario Il coraggio di essere Franco. Alessandro Preziosi, voce narrante, ripercorre la vita e la carriera del Maestro attraverso le testimonianze di amici, colleghi e della nipote Cristina. Un vissuto intenso quello dell’artista siciliano, annoiato dalla banalità della concretezza e proiettato verso quelle che definiva «sfere celesti», a cui si accostava tramite la meditazione e una continua ricerca spirituale. Era vegano «ma non stretto». Non prese mai moglie e non ebbe figli, perché non venisse violata la sua libertà e l’amore per la solitudine. Ha lasciato canzoni, che come molliche lucenti e preziose, ricondurranno sempre al genio di uno degli artisti più apprezzati di tutti i tempi.

L’infanzia e la decisione di lasciare la Sicilia

Franco Battiato è nato il 23 marzo 1945 a Ionia (oggi Giarre e Riposto, comuni che all’epoca vennero unificati), da papà Salvatore Battiato – detto Turi – e da mamma Grazia Patti. Dopo aver frequentato il liceo scientifico, decise di lasciare la sua Sicilia alla volta di Milano. Nella nebbia di quella città rivide un luogo per lui ideale, lo specchio che rifletteva e accoglieva il suo spirito solitario. Un amore che venne spezzato dopo oltre vent’anni dal disgusto che provava per la situazione politica e che lo portò a tornare in Sicilia. In un’intervista rilasciata nel 2010 presso la Casa Italiana Zerilli-Marimò dichiarò:

«Quando sono andato via dalla Sicilia avevo quasi 19 anni e sono andato via, senza neanche girarmi indietro. Euridice sarebbe stata salva (ride, ndr). Arrivai a Milano che era mezzanotte. Una nebbia totale. E ho detto: «Questa è casa mia». Restai a lungo, addirittura non avevo neanche più l’accento siciliano. Però bastò un mese di Sicilia e quando tornai a Milano, i miei amici mi dicevano: «Ma come caz** parli?». All’età di 42 anni, per via di alcuni gruppi politici, per me Milano era diventata una fogna. E allora decisi di ritornare in Sicilia».

La spiritualità e la tecnica di meditazione di Franco Battiato

Sin dalla giovinezza, Franco Battiato è stato contraddistinto da una forte spiritualità. Una ricerca che per l’artista ha avuto inizio quando aveva solo 7 anni. In un tema già si chiedeva: «Io chi sono?». Ogni mattina si svegliava all’alba, ascoltava musica classica per un paio d’ore e poi andava in veranda a meditare, con una tecnica che aveva messo a punto in anni di pratica. Ad AffariItaliani spiegò:

«Inizialmente bisogna imparare a decentrane tutti i propri muscoli. Così a poco a poco sono riuscito a governare il rilassamento del mio corpo: in questo modo non vi sono più blocchi di energie, e queste fluiscono liberamente in me. E solo allora non sei più in balia dei pensieri».

Negli anni ’70, iniziò ad approfondire diverse culture religiose, partendo dalla filosofia indiana, interessandosi poi al misticismo occidentale e infine al Sufismo. Un viaggio iniziato con una motivazione ben precisa: «Mi stava stretta la società in cui vivevo, con quei valori piccoli come il buon posto nella società, l’affermazione sociale, e stop».

Perché non si è mai sposato e non ha avuto figli

Franco Battiato ha sempre parlato di sé come di una persona che amava la solitudine e non poteva tollerare che qualcuno dipendesse da lui o invadesse i suoi spazi. A GQ espresse chiaramente il suo punto di vista sui rapporti amorosi: «Per me è fondamentale che la donna sia autonoma. Non potrei avere un rapporto con una donna che dipende da me. Una che ogni sera mi dice: “Che facciamo stasera?” Madonna santa! Un incubo!». Al Corriere raccontò che quando era giovane e suonava con il suo complesso, era sempre circondato da donne. Ne lasciò una solo perché mentre lui faceva la doccia, mangiò i suoi yogurt:

«Ecco, diciamo che anime gemelle non ne ho avute… Ma amiche degne di questo nome sì, e ogni tanto ce n’è qualcuna che viene a stare qui con me per cinque, dieci giorni. In camere completamente separate, però, per forza!».

Franco Battiato poteva però contare su una famiglia che lo amava profondamente: il fratello Michele, la nipote Cristina a cui era legatissimo e con cui trascorreva anche le vacanze e poi i nipoti, figli di Cristina.

Franco Battiato credeva nella reincarnazione
Franco Battiato ha più volte dichiarato di non temere la morte. L’artista credeva nella reincarnazione, motivo per il quale prestava grande attenzione a tutte le creature, persino alle zanzare. Al Corriere della Sera, nel 2015, ha espresso la sua convinzione su cosa accade dopo la morte:

«Se una persona ha un minimo di sensibilità, come fa a dire che veniamo dalle scimmie? Brutto cretino! dico io: le scimmie sono loro stesse esseri umani messi lì per un motivo. Quando tu ti comporti in modo tremendo, quando ammazzi qualcuno, poi rinasci come insetto, serpente o un altro animale… Ecco perché cammino per strada facendo attenzione a non calpestare neppure le formiche. Non faccio del male nemmeno alle zanzare. Oggi ci sono delle cose interessanti profumate per allontanarle…».

Villa Grazia a Milo, il suo rifugio

Franco Battiato non aveva dubbi circa le cose che gli davano felicità: «Il rapporto equilibrato con il resto del creato, con la natura. Cielo, nuvole, alberi, sono cose che riassestano l’uomo nella sua condizione reale». E tutto ciò poteva ammirarlo nella sua Villa Grazia a Milo. Un vero e proprio rifugio per lui, che gli permetteva di immergersi in una ricca vegetazione e godere della frescura dei pini secolari e delle palme, dei vivaci colori delle rose selvatiche e dei profumi dell’orto, tra pompelmi, mandarini, pomodori e patate:

«Prima di acquistare la dimora da dei nobili siciliani che ci venivano a svernare, mi sono preso tre notti per pensarci, poi ho sentito che potevo farlo. Era la fine degli anni Ottanta. Non ci vivo da solo, non me la sentirei: nella dependance vive una famiglia marocchina molto discreta che mi aiuta. E poi ho la cuoca, che cucina in modo divino».

L’eredità artistica: la denuncia politica di Povera Patria, l’amore universale de La Cura

Franco Battiato ha lasciato le sue canzoni in eredità a tutti coloro che lo hanno amato. Il suo repertorio, che si estende dai primi anni ’70 al 2019, è impossibile da sintetizzare senza dimenticare di menzionare brani e album di fondamentale importanza. Dalla sua genialità sono sbocciati successi senza tempo come La stagione dell’amore, E ti vengo a cercare, Cuccurucucù, Centro di gravità permanente, Voglio vederti danzare, Bandiera bianca e L’era del cinghiale bianco. Ma anche brani di grande impatto emotivo come La cura, di cui Battiato disse: «È una canzone in cui non viene mai pronunciata la parola amore, perché ne racchiude vari tipi, come tra padre e figlio, per esempio» o Povera patria, in cui esprimeva la sua indignazione per gli abusi di potere la corruzione dei politici: «Tra i governanti quanti perfetti e inutili buffoni». In un’occasione spiegò:

«Accendo la televisione e vedo questi politici scortati da guardie del corpo, sembrano più dei mafiosi che politici. Si muovono con un’arroganza disgustosa. Allora mi dico: ma non è meglio cambiare genere? Diventare una nuvola, che poi diventa pioggia e cade su un fiume, che poi va verso il mare. Mi piacerebbe cambiare genere se potessi, perché questi uomini sono fetenti».

Fonte: https://www.fanpage.it/spettacolo/personaggi/storia-di-franco-battiato-gli-amori-la-spiritualita-le-canzoni-e-il-disgusto-per-i-politici-corrotti/

Franco Battiato è stato l’effetto collaterale della musica italiana

Franco Battiato, oltre 70 anni di musica: impossibile non conoscere le sue hit è il titolo che un quotidiano nazionale ha deciso di dare alla notizia della sua morte. Lo rileggo più e più volte, e ancora fatico a capire come la parola hit possa essere accostata a Franco Battiato, neanche stessimo parlando di Fred De Palma. Allora cerco su Google: dicesi hit una canzone di gran successo. E fin qui siamo tutti d’accordo. Battiato è stato un artista di gran successo, oltre l’immaginabile, e ha avuto un impatto gigantesco su generazioni diverse proprio in virtù della sua abilità nel coltivare il pop, la canzone nazional popolare. Ma allora perché la parola “hit” dovrebbe farci così orrore? Presto detto: perché anche la canzone più sputtanata di Battiato era un immenso capolavoro culturale. Battiato non era il principio attivo del mercato discografico, Battiato era la controindicazione. Battiato è stato l’effetto collaterale della musica italiana, e chiunque abbia avuto modo di fare esperienza della sua musica capisce di cosa stiamo parlando.

Il livello di ascolto che impone ogni suo pezzo è diametralmente e concettualmente diverso da qualsiasi altra canzone che si possa definire hit. I suoi testi riflettono i suoi interessi, fra cui l’esoterismo, la teoretica filosofica, la mistica sufi e la meditazione orientale. Ha scritto testi di una profondità immensa con il filosofo Manlio Sgalambro, non certo Cristiano MalgioglioL’era del cinghiale biancoProspettiva NevskijCentro di gravità permanenteBandiera biancaCuccurucucùVoglio vederti danzareE ti vengo a cercarePovera patria, sono solo alcuni dei suoi più grandi successi. Eppure non riesco a definire nessuno di questi pezzi una hit, perché nonostante queste canzoni appartengano indissolubilmente alla cultura nazional popolare italiana, Battiato ha dato solo a pochi il privilegio di farne esperienza in maniera consapevole. Solo chi ha gli strumenti giusti ha potuto godere dell’immensità celata dietro un ritornello particolarmente orecchiabile, ed ha potuto coglierne il significato, le più piccole sfumature strumentali. Perché Battiato è una di quelle cose che accadono nella vita quando sei abbastanza maturo per comprendere, per sentire la vita intorno. Battiato ha insegnato al mondo il profondo rispetto per le parole, per il senso, per la profondità. E soprattutto, Battiato non era solo pop. Nella sua carriera è passato dal rock progressivo all’avanguardia colta, dalla canzone d’autore alla musica etnica, da quella elettronica all’opera lirica.

E oltre i suoi meriti di autore, il maestro era anche un grande interprete. Un sarto della musica. Cuciva i suoi vestiti sulle canzoni più belle della musica italiana e internazionale, e le faceva danzare come ballerine sulle punte. E so che può suonare come una bestemmia, ma Battiato interpretava De André spesso meglio di De André stesso. Oggi è morto (l’articolo è stato scritto a maggio 2021) e l’Italia è orfana di uno dei suoi più grandi artisti. In tv, alla radio, non sento che il suo capolavoro più grande: La cura. Nella mia vita l’ho sentita almeno una ventina di volte suonare impropriamente nei filmini imbarazzanti dei vari diciottesimi a cui sono andato. Stamattina ho avuto la stessa sensazione: quella di un Battiato usato, più che omaggiato. Sacrificato sull’altare del clickbait per il concetto stesso di hit. Sento il dovere morale di restituire al maestro un ritratto più ampio delle sue hit. Sento la necessità di ringraziarlo per averci dato gli strumenti, e averci accolti nel suo orticello. Battiato ha coltivato la canzone d’autore come fosse un giardino zen. E qui, tra le sue rose, celebrava la vita, la consapevolezza, la bellezza. La cura, in effetti, l’ha data lui a noi.

Fonte: https://www.heyjudemagazine.it/2022/03/23/franco-battiato-e-stato-leffetto-collaterale-della-musica-italiana/

Franco Battiato, ecco cosa resta del suo transito terrestre

È già passato un anno da quel 18 maggio, dal giorno in cui il cantacompositore più eclettico, innovativo, intransigente e coraggioso del panorama artistico italiano passava a miglior vita o, come forse avrebbe preferito dire lui, terminava la parabola del suo transito terrestre. Un anno nel quale i contributi alla sua persona e alla sua musica sono andati moltiplicandosi fino a coinvolgere anche commentatori, giornalisti e scrittori che mai prima d’allora si erano occupati dell’universo Battiato. Perciò, proprio perché giornalisticamente parlando di tutto è stato scritto, voglio oggi ricordare il musicista, regista e pittore siciliano non entrando nel merito della sua sterminata produzione artistica, nel cuore della quale tra libri e articoli si è entrati innumerevoli volte, ma, precedentemente sollecitato dalla giornalista del Quotidiano del Sud Elisabetta Mercuri, con un elenco di alcune delle sue qualità, quelle di cui il sottoscritto ha avuto modo, direttamente o indirettamente, di fare esperienza personale.

1) L’altruismo: se Franco Battiato si innamorava di qualcosa, se ne intravedeva la qualità, non badava ai numeri, ai contratti, alle logiche di mercato. Dall’alto della sua grandezza artistica, mediatica e commerciale non ha avuto alcun problema, innumerevoli volte, a dare una mano, anche consistente, a chi credeva meritorio di riceverla. Parlo, come anzidetto, per esperienza personale, perché Battiato non ha avuto alcun problema, nel lontano 2014, a mettersi a fare il “fonico” di un mio album (Klar), dandomi indicazioni sui volumi, sull’intonazione delle voci e sulla struttura dei brani, finanche scrivendo le note di alcuni incisi. Aveva apprezzato la mia musica, tanto per lui bastava, e questo nonostante la stessa fosse totalmente fuori mercato e non rispondesse ad alcuna logica commerciale. Qui, in questa semplicità, in questa autenticità, la sua grandezza.

2) La ferrea volontà: tutta la produzione di Battiato è interamente attraversata dal costante desiderio di evoluzione personale. Diceva sempre che era nato nel segno dell’Ariete ma che pian piano era riuscito ad emanciparsi dai limiti di quel segno zodiacale, invitando al tempo stesso gli altri a farlo con i propri. Questo desiderio di migliorarsi costantemente poi trascendeva la sfera esistenziale e si riversava in ogni sua attività, a partire da quella lavorativa: la sua musica si è continuamente evoluta, Battiato non si è mai lasciato catturare da uno stile o una forma specifici, e così facendo ha profondamente innovato il linguaggio della popular music degli ultimi 40 anni. Infiniti i musicisti, non solo italiani, che nella sua produzione hanno trovato fonte di profonda ispirazione.

3) La trasversalità: la sua musica parla a tutte le generazioni, la ascoltano i ragazzini, la ascoltano gli adulti, la ascoltano gli anziani. È musica evocativa, sia nelle sonorità, sia nei testi: Summer on a solitary beach, con quell’inciso motivico di sole 4 note leggermente variate nelle loro ripetizioni, è quanto di più evocativo, toccante, esistenziale e al tempo stesso vitale e dinamico si possa trovare nel variopinto repertorio della popular music. C’è insomma il ricordo, la lontananza, la nostalgia, il disincanto ma al tempo stesso la gioventù, lo slancio, l’incantesimo della vita. Per questo Battiato arriva a tutti: per ogni diversa età parla a una diversa parte di noi, ogni sua opera si offre a diverse letture possibili.

4) Il coraggio: nessun altro autore di canzoni, di popular music, è riuscito a veicolare contenuti tanto importanti da un punto di vista letterario, filosofico, mistico ed esoterico all’interno di contenitori finanche ballabili: qui la grandezza della sua operazione, di quella che definisco “Operazione Battiato”. Mentre gli altri cantavano, e imperterriti cantano ancora, cuore, amore, dolore, lui raggiungeva e continua a raggiungere le coscienze dei suoi ascoltatori con contenuti rivoluzionari, avanguardistici, perciò spiazzanti e alle volte equivocabili. È spesso stato detto: ci vogliono interi libri per capire il testo anche di un solo brano di Battiato. È vero, ma solo in parte: l’altra parte infatti è musicale, e la sua musica, sebbene mai banale, ha saputo quei testi grandemente veicolare.

5) L’amore per la dignità: “Per un gesto di dignità umana sarei capace di buttare tutta la mia produzione nella spazzatura”, e c’era da credergli, l’avrebbe fatto davvero l’uomo che senza mezzi termini aveva, da assessore alla cultura della regione Sicilia, denunciato la prostituzione affaristica della politica parlamentare italiana. Senza mezzi termini, con intransigenza, stoicamente, Battiato.

Fonte: https://www.ilfattoquotidiano.it/2022/05/18/franco-battiato-ecco-cosa-resta-del-suo-transito-terrestre/6594807/

FRANCO BATTIATO, NEL NOME DELLA MUSICA E DELLO SPIRITO

Si nesci arrinesci – dicono in Sicilia, cioè: se vai fuori, hai successo. A 19 anni, è il 1964, Franco Battiato uscì dalla Sicilia, per avere successo nel mondo. Suo padre, Turi, pure era uscito: era andato a Nuova Yorke, a fare il camionista e lo scaricatore di porto, ma ci era morto. Così, Battiato si prese la sua truscia e partì “verso le nebbie” di Milano: «Milano allora era una città di nebbia, e mi sono trovato benissimo. Mettevo a frutto la mia poca conoscenza della chitarra in un cabaret, il “Club 64”, dove c’erano Paolo Poli, Enzo Jannacci, Lino Toffolo, Renato Pozzetto e Bruno Lauzi. Io aprivo lo spettacolo con due o tre canzoni siciliane». Quelle sapeva.

Poi, è il 1967, si mise a fare canzoni di protesta – e chi non faceva canzoni di protesta, al tempo? Avevano fatto un duo, lui e il suo compaesano Gregorio Alicata, che erano nati nello stesso posto, solo che quando era nato Gregorio si chiamava Riposto che c’era il fascismo e quando era nato Franco si chiamava Ionia che il fascismo era finito – perché in Sicilia si cambia spesso nome alle cose, perché possano sembrare diverse, anche se poi sempre le stesse sono. Gregorio, che era un poco più grandicello e era “nisciuto” già prima di lui, lo aveva incoraggiato a partire. Così, avevano formato “Gli Ambulanti” – e andavano davanti le scuole e nei cabaret. Poi, con Gregorio le cose non erano andate lisce – che i siciliani sono così, oggi sembrano innamorati pazzi e il giorno dopo si odiano – e ognuno per la sua strada. La strada di Battiato si chiamava Giorgio Gaber che lo aveva notato e lo aveva invitato a andarlo a trovare e ne divenne una specie di mentore. E fu proprio Gaber che decise di chiamarlo Franco – perché in giro c’era Francesco Guccini e due “Francesco” magari che la gente si confondeva. E così Francesco Battiato divenne Franco Battiato – «Da un giorno all’altro, pure mia madre prese a chiamarmi Franco» – ma Franco o Francesco, cambiategli nome, sempre lui medesimo era: un genio. Dove c’era talento di natura, ma tanto tanto tanto lavoro, curiosità intellettuale, sperimentazione, rischio.

Certo, a pensare il Battiato spirituale e colto, ritirato e mistico degli ultimi anni, che aveva trasformato la sua Milo sotto l’Etna in una specie di Monte Athos della musica, viene difficile ricordare il Battiato dei primi anni Settanta. E forse è così che succede, che diventi vecchio e diventi davvero quello che sei e tutta la vita ti sei preparato a accogliere questa persona che ancora non conosci, ma che sta dentro di te. Eppure. Una volta raccontò in un’intervista («Esquire»): «Era tutto improvvisato, così come veniva: in maniera selvaggia, brutale. Tenevo il VCS (il sintetizzatore) fisso sui 10.000 hertz e c’era sempre questo suono lancinante – uiiiuuu-uiiiuuu – e poi gli altri mi venivano dietro facendo rumori e cose così. Usavamo anche lastre di metallo e oggetti vari, sempre tutto a volume altissimo, assordante. Anche le luci erano violente, con queste strobo accecanti sempre in movimento che non capivi nemmeno come facevi a muoverti, insomma, era un casino assoluto, totale. Poi tenevamo questa enorme croce sul palco che a un certo punto io prendevo e spaccavo davanti al pubblico – era un po’ una provocazione blasfema un po’ un messaggio del genere ‘liberatevi delle vostre ossessioni’, no? E il pubblico naturalmente impazziva. E quando dico che impazziva intendo che impazziva sul serio: mille, duemila persone in un locale che a un certo punto davano di matto e cominciavano a sfasciare tutto – poltrone, arredamento, pezzi di palco. E altre mille persone fuori che non erano riuscite a entrare e che premevano per farlo, così alla fine il casino si trasferiva anche all’aperto. Era follia pura, una roba allucinante!». Era stato uno dei primi a procurarsi quell’aggeggio per mille sterline, a Londra dove poi andò anche a esibirsi – alla Roundhouse, durante una rassegna di musica post-psichedelica europea – per beccarsi l’appellativo di “obscure sicilian freak”.  Poi, la svolta, Stockhausen – di cui divenne anche amico – e poi il primo disco a raggiungere un milione di copie: L’era del cinghiale bianco. Da lì – la storia la ricordiamo tutti. Lui la raccontava così a «Repubblica»: «Avevo bisogno di un pubblico. Per anni mi ero comportato come un recluso, da solo nel mio studio, a studiare e a comporre. Ho tentato la carta del successo commerciale praticamente per scherzo. E, incredibile a dirsi, mi è andata bene!»

Oggi, padre Antonio Spataro direttore della rivista gesuita «Civiltà Cattolica», un siciliano anche lui, che di Battiato era amico, non parla certo di quella enorme croce sul palco che veniva spaccata ma dice: «Era assolutamente unico nel suo genere, con una forte radice spirituale, più che religiosa, nella sua opera artistica. La sua assoluta e completa apertura alla dimensione della spiritualità è una rarità nel mondo musicale italiano. E il brano La cura, cui sono personalmente legato, è un vero gioiello che rivela la sua profondità spirituale e artistica, intrecciando l’umano e il divino». De La cura, padre Spataro fa una sorta di moderno Cantico dei Cantici – e forse non se ne allontana troppo, considerata com’è una delle più belle canzoni d’amore. Chissà se padre Spataro ricorda che a quel testo collaborò anche il filosofo Manlio Sgalambro, siciliano certo – questa è tutta una storia di siciliani nel mondo – “nichilista”, nietzschiano incallito. Ma sono i misteri della spiritualità, dell’umano e del divino, o come più laicamente si dice, dell’alto e del basso mescolati.

Battiato scriveva cose così (proprio ne La cura): «Vagavo per i campi del Tennessee / Come vi ero arrivato, chissà
 / Non hai fiori bianchi per me?» E spiegava: «Quando si intende adattare un testo alla musica si scopre che non è sempre possibile. Finché non si fa ricorso a quel genere di frasi che hanno solo una funzione sonora. Se si prova allora ad ascoltare, diventa chiaro il senso di quella parola, il perché di quella e non di un’altra». Quella parola, non un’altra: «Un giorno sulla prospettiva Nevski / per caso vi incontrai Igor Stravinsky».

A un certo punto, verso la fine degli anni Ottanta, se ne tornò in Sicilia. Ricorda oggi Pippo Baudo: «Era molto legato alla sua terra e non l’ha mai lasciata. Prima abitava nel centro storico di Catania, nella bellissima via Crociferi. Poi, per avere più tranquillità, si ritirò nella sua villa a Milo, il paese più alto sull’Etna, dove comprò un palmento». E qui compose dei lavori struggenti e bellissimi.

Tempo fa in un’intervista confessò: «Gli esseri umani non muoiono. Ci si trasforma. Sto lavorando per essere degno di questo passaggio».

Sono certo che fosse pronto.

Fonte: https://www.minimaetmoralia.it/wp/altro/franco-battiato-nel-nome-della-musica-e-dello-spirito/

Franco Battiato, il più grande

A chi chiedeva chi fosse il musicista più influente del pop italiano ho quasi sempre risposto senza esitazioni Franco Battiato, che da qualche tempo è anche la mia risposta alla domanda “qual è il tuo cantautore preferito?”. Ora che Battiato è morto, a 76 anni, dopo una lunga fase di riservato ritiro dalle scene seguita a un incidente e – ragionevolmente – a un aggravarsi delle sue condizioni di salute, possiamo serenamente esporci e affermare che sia stato il più grande.

Certo la musica pop non è una gara e questo tipo di affermazioni a effetto – specie in mortem – lascia un po’ il tempo che trova. Eppure ci sono delle ragioni per sostenerlo, ragioni che intrecciano in maniera inscindibile i fili della storia culturale (o almeno, della storia culturale della nostra canzone) e quelli di decenni di ascolti privati, di autoradio notturne, di canzoni cantate a squarciagola nelle docce e nelle discoteche di mezza Italia.

Battiato ha attraversato più di mezzo secolo di musica pop, dal beat inciso sui flexi-disc della Nuova Enigmistica Tascabile alla metà dei sessanta, ancora a nome Francesco Battiato, alle complesse opere liriche dedicati al pantheon sumero, dalle cerebrali sperimentazioni sui primi sintetizzatori alle orchestre d’archi, ai videoclip su TMC2. Rispetto a quella dei colleghi e coetanei, la musica di Battiato è invecchiata benissimo. O meglio, è forse apparsa vintage per qualche minuto negli anni novanta-primi duemila, ma è stata poi incorporata in un canone nostalgico che è oggi il suono del pop di buona parte del pianeta, dai The Giornalisti a Dua Lipa.

Battiato (e i suoi collaboratori: Angelo CarraraFrancesco MessinaGiusto Pio…) hanno creato questo suono per l’Italia. I dischi di Battiato suonavano da dio quando sono usciti, e suonano da dio ancora oggi. Molti classici dell’ultima parte del Novecento sono invecchiati nel sound: riascoltatevi oggi Anime salve, o lo stesso Creuza de mä, e avrete l’impressione di sentire musica del secolo scorso. Con La voce del padrone questo non succede, ma non succede nemmeno con capolavori forse meno celebrati ma altrettanto decisivi per l’arte fonografica nel nostro Paese, come Gommalacca – senza dubbio l’ultimo grande album (cronologicamente parlando) prodotto da Battiato.

Ricordo Gommalacca come il disco della mia adolescenza, che ascoltai dal vivo al mio primo concerto di Franco Battiato, a Torino alla fine degli anni novanta. Mi piaceva da matti all’epoca, da ragazzino un po’ snob verso la musica che ascoltavano i miei compagni di ginnasio, che Battiato fosse còlto ma anche un po’ fricchettone. Che citasse nomi fascinosi, che le sue canzoni sembrassero dei racconti pieni di indizi da decifrare: la storia di Shackleton, gli aborigeni d’Australia, Kundalini… per limitarsi al solo Gommalacca.

Ma allo stesso tempo Battiato era anche un musicista pop, e ai suoi concerti si ballava e si cantava. Nelle discoteche di provincia che avrei frequentato pochi anni dopo, verso il mattino, il DJ nostalgico metteva sempre “Centro di gravità permanente”, che era naturalmente filtrata anche presso un certo pubblico della techno. Nei primi duemila «Il ballo del potere» era uno standard dei Murazzi torinesi.

Questo accostamento alto-basso, còlto-pop, ha sempre accompagnato Battiato e quasi sempre è stato citato come l’elemento caratteristico del suo essere musicista. È così, ma credo che si sia manifestato in lui in maniera anomala e originale. I cantautori italiani – prendiamo la categoria così com’è per praticità, pur accettando anche qui l’anomalia Battiato – si sono raccontati in vari modi: come degli intellettuali, come dei poeti, come la voce degli ultimi o degli sconfitti (assunta però quasi sempre da una prospettiva privilegiata). Oppure, al contrario, come dei semplici artigiani – a sminuire, per strategia o per ritegno, uno statuto pubblico che li voleva invece “forti, invincibili, imbattibili, incorruttibili” (come da canzone di Edoardo Bennato).

Battiato è stato un ascoltato intellettuale pubblico, ma il tipo di messaggio che ha trasmesso ha sempre danzato sottilmente tra il discorso serio e l’ironia, tra l’arroganza mistica di chi sembrava aver capito tutto del mondo e la sensazione che, in fondo in fondo, ci stesse un po’ perculando quando diceva di sentirsi come un cammello in una grondaia, o di vagare per i campi del Tennessee (come vi era arrivato? Chissà).

“Capire Battiato”, come cantavano i Bluvertigo, è sempre stato un problema per chi cercava di farlo – ovvero per noi tutti fan di Battiato a un certo punto della nostra vita. I proverbiali fiumi di inchiostro spesi per tracciare le complesse radici filosofiche dei suoi testi hanno perlopiù tralasciato che quei testi ci giungevano come prodotto pop, addirittura ultra-pop in molti casi. Il Battiato del periodo Sgalambro (quello di dischi come L’ombrello e la macchina da cucire o L’imboscata) era un meccanismo abilmente costruito per farci pensare che quelle canzoni stessero effettivamente offrendoci uno squarcio filosofico di verità sul mondo, anche perché implicavano nel testo un filosofo “vero”, per quanto anche Sgalambro…

…ma in fondo erano “solo” canzoni. Dispositivi pensati per il nostro intrattenimento, per coinvolgerci, per ammaliarci. E ce la facevano alla grande, ad ammaliarci, proprio fingendo di essere dei piccoli trattati sul senso della vita. Chiunque volesse capire Battiato a partire dalla sua esplosione nel mainstream, ovvero dalla trilogia pop “perfetta” L’era del cinghiale bianco – Patriots – La voce del padrone (che è in realtà una tetralogia a cui andrebbe aggiunto l’ingiustamente sottovalutato L’arca di Noè) dovrebbe forse però farsi venire qualche legittimo dubbio.

E si torna a quella usurata opposizione tra “alto” e “basso” che tanto piace a noi teorici della cultura pop. Che in Battiato ci giunge già frullata in forma di pastiche, come quando si permette di inserire un frammento del Tannhaüser per poi passare a prendere in giro “l’impero della musica” e quegli “scemi che si muovono” a cui lui stesso appartiene, o quando intitola un brano “Frammenti” limitandosi, appunto, a mettere dei frammenti di cose che tutti noi conosciamo a memoria.

Battiato che balla nei video quando i cantautori dovevano stare seduti. Battiato che fa le canzoni nostalgiche degli anni cinquanta (i sax da vecchio rock’n’roll che punteggiano la tetralogia, i “Cuccuruccucù Paloma”) mettendoci però il suono new wave più alla moda. (A proposito: solo una deformazione tutta italiana ci fa pensare a Battiato nella categoria dei cantautori, quando per un lungo pezzo della sua storia è stato un musicista new wave).

Quelle canzoni ci bombardano di messaggi, di citazioni a effetto da riportare a penna nella smemoranda (per i millennials) o sui social (per i millennials invecchiati) ma ci stanno anche prendendo in giro. Pochi cantautori (ci sono ricascato…) hanno avuto l’ardire di prendere in giro i propri ascoltatori.

Lucio Dalla – altra grande anomalia – era ugualmente pop, era ugualmente attento di arrivare al grande pubblico, ma lo faceva con lo spirito di chi al pubblico tende una mano, raccontandone le storie (“Anna e Marco”, “Futura”…) e per così dire scendendo al suo livello. Battiato fa pop dal suo piedistallo, dalla sua “pedana” tra “fumi e raggi laser”, e non sembra fare nulla per andare incontro a chi lo adora, costringendolo anzi a sottoporsi a umilianti tentativi di esegesi. Destinati, inevitabilmente, a fallire.

Credo che il piacere dell’ascolto sia tutto lì, in fondo: forse uno può desiderare che il suo guru conosca tutte le risposte e abbia capito il senso della vita, ma il pop funziona in modo diverso. Per questo ho sempre pensato che “Povera patria” sia una bellissima canzone ma una pessima canzone di Battiato. Così volgare nel puntare il dito contro un nemico universale – la politica corrotta – e così priva di livelli multipli, di ironia… O del dubbio dell’ironia, che è diverso dall’ironia ma che è un meccanismo fantastico attraverso cui le canzoni funzionano. Sarà vero quello che dice il cantante? C’è qualcosa da scoprire in questa canzone? O forse possiamo semplicemente ascoltare, ballare, cantare?

Perché rimane e per sempre rimarrà – grazie a dio – il dubbio che il postmoderno Battiato ci stia solo prendendo in giro. Che non ci sia un messaggio da trovare, e che ci sia solo da ascoltare e provare piacere nel farlo.

Fonte: https://www.giornaledellamusica.it/articoli/franco-battiato-il-piu-grande

L’eredità artistica ed etica di Franco Battiato a un anno dalla sua scomparsa

E’già passato un anno dalla morte di Franco Battiato, il 18 maggio 2021: gli italiani hanno ascoltato per l’ultima volta la sua voce durante Sanremo 2020, grazie a Colapesce e Dimartino che, nella serata delle cover, hanno interpretato «Povera Patria», dando spazio alla voce del Maestro che ha sempre svolto un ruolo di affettuoso nume tutelare per le nuove generazioni di artisti siciliani.

E’ stato un anno doverosamente ricco di omaggi che non sono riusciti a colmare il senso di vuoto lasciato da un personaggio unico, uno studioso dagli orizzonti amplissimi che sapeva praticare l’arte della canzone pop ma che, grazie alla sua cultura dai vasti orizzonti, usava linguaggi e riferimenti diversissimi, sia in campo musicale che in altre forme di espressione artistica, come il cinema, la pittura, l’opera. Un’intelligenza raffinata e arguta che manca al Paese, come mancano il suo umorismo e la sua libertà di pensiero. 

Battiato aveva per i luoghi comuni del potere la stessa avversione che aveva nei confronti dell’industria: diceva senza mezzi termini di vergognarsi dei suoi grandi successi commerciali così come si divertiva a sottolineare gli svarioni dei discografici, come quello che promise di cambiare mestiere se «Il vento caldo dell’estate» fosse diventato un successo. «Quando arrivò al primo posto gli telefonai: era sempre seduto sulla sua poltrona» raccontava sibillino.

L’aplomb lo perdeva quando si parlava dello stato della Cultura nel nostro Paese, ma anche della situazione acustica dei teatri. In lui convivevano l’allievo di Stockhausen e l’autore di canzoni pop entrate nella storia del costume, il cultore di filosofie orientali, del Sufismo, della meditazione trascendentale, del pensiero di Gurdjeff e lo spirito del rock, l’amore e la conoscenza profonda della musica antica e classica e lo sperimentatore elettronico che negli anni ’70 si allineava al rock d’avanguardia, il cantautore di protesta, il pittore e il regista cinematografico. 

Era un uomo libero e un intellettuale che ha sempre guardato la società e il mondo da un punto di vista personale e originale, molto spesso in anticipo sui tempi. Così come è stato un precursore della musica elettronica, Battiato è stato un cultore di musica classica e sinfonica che nei suoi racconti sembrava monopolizzare i suoi ascolti nel tempo libero. Però la lista delle sue collaborazioni va da Claudio Baglioni ai CSI, da Enzo Avitabile a Pino Daniele, dai Bluvertigo a Tiziano Ferro, Celentano, Subsonica, Marta sui Tubi, senza contare il decisivo ruolo svolto nelle carriere di Alice e Giuni Russo. 

Non è certo un caso che continui a essere un punto di riferimento: i giovani vedono in lui un modello di originalità e di curiosità, quelli più grandi un difensore dell’intelligenza in un mondo che troppo spesso ne dimentica l’importanza.

Franco Battiato ha lasciato un’eredità straordinaria in termini artistici ed etici: cercare sempre qualcosa che possa portarci al di là della superficie, alla ricerca di un altrove che non sia soltanto una realtà ulteriore ma un modo diverso di affrontare la vita e di definire l’arte e il ruolo dell’artista.

Fonte: https://www.lasicilia.it/cultura/news/l-eredita-artistica-ed-etica-di-franco-battiato-a-un-anno-dalla-sua-scomparsa-1619486/

Franco Battiato, dentro l’ombra della Luce

E il mio maestro mi insegnò com’è difficile trovare l’alba dentro l’imbrunire…Si potrebbe già chiudere qui, tutto quello che c’è da dire su Franco Battiato, sull’apparente volgere alla fine del suo cammino, musicale, artistico, umano.In questa frase c’è la sintesi di tutto il suo mondo e il suo grande lascito.

L’ombra della Luce, il nascere e il morire, gli unici due momenti autenticamente reali, interrotti solo da qualche sprazzo di veglia.

L’artista che ha scritto il disco più pop della storia della musica italiana –La voce del padrone, il primo album italiano a vendere un milione di copie – in realtà ha vissuto tutto il suo percorso di successo lontano dai carri in maschera del pop, su una torre d’avorio, con un distacco ineguagliabile.

È stato sul palco 50 anni e nessuno ha mai visto o sentito il suo sudore. Si è nutrito dell’amore e della venerazione dei suoi fan adoranti – come ogni rock star – senza, però, mai scendere tra di loro, tra di noi…Niente è come sembra, niente è come appare, perché niente è reale.

Battiato è ancora vivo nel corpo ma, come il prode Barbarossa, che non muore ma dorme in una grotta, anche lui è in attesa di risvegliarsi quando arriverà un’epoca e un tempo a cui veramente appartiene e che gli appartiene. Spero che ritorni presto l’era del cinghiale bianco, cantava.

Della “sparizione” dell’artista, del suo “autoesilio”, si è detto già molto, ma anche questa volta senza riuscire ad afferrarlo. Nessuno è riuscito a trovare la chiave per sensazionalizzare il suo “ritiro”, come si fa solitamente con la vita di una star patinata. Nel suo caso si è lasciato perdere, dopo aver tentato invano ricostruzioni pruriginose o morbose. Le stelle nello spazio non sono ancora del tutto decifrabili e non sono ancora facilmente raggiungibili.

C’è chi lo vuole ricordare per il coraggioso concerto del ‘92 a Baghdad/Mesopotamia, durante l’embargo, e c’è chi lo vuole strumentalizzare per qualche frase sparsa su politici ladri o libertini. A turno tutti hanno tentato di portarlo da qualche parte, di tirarlo in mezzo, ma amava ricordare di essere un musicista e di stare sopra, molto sopra, alle stupide galline che si azzuffano per niente.

Definire Battiato un cantautore è riduttivo. Musicista, compositore, polistrumentista, arrangiatore, regista, scrittore, pittore, iniziato, sono solo etichette.

Battiato è stato certamente un rivoluzionario, un anticipatore, un visionario, un intellettuale vero, se questa parola ha ancora senso nel panorama desolante degli strani giorni che viviamo.

Anticipatore di generi, stili, e non solo. Alcune sue canzoni, ormai quarantenni, potrebbero essere state scritte ieri o addirittura oggi: eterne, senza spazio e senza tempo. Nel 1986, ad esempio, scriveva: “vuoto di senso crolla l’Occidente, soffocherà per ingordigia e assurda sete di potere – e dall’Oriente orde di fanatici”.In pochi sono riusciti a vedere e prevedere così lucidamente. E qual è il compito dell’intellettuale se non quello di raccontarci il mondo, prima che il mondo ci appaia? In molti scrivono, pochi hanno e sanno trasmettere una visione. Questi sono fari di luce, gli altri sono scrittori: ne è pieno il mondo.

Si è dibattuto a lungo persino sulle sue canzoni d’amore. Quelle che più facilmente sono arrivate e rimaste nel cuore, non erano semplici canzoni d’amore, non nell’idea che l’amore esista solo tra una persona amata e una che ama. Ogni volta che gli è stata chiesta una spiegazione, non ha mai risposto chiaramente. Memorabile la risposta a Luzzatto Fegiz (noto critico musicale) sul significato di Centro di gravità permanente: rispose che era riferita a una sua amica che cercava un posto dove fare la permanente ai capelli…

Lasciamo libera interpretazione alle cose che non abbiamo realmente voglia di spiegare: restano in noi e arrivano a chi devono arrivare.

Messaggio elitario sicuramente, ma grazie a lui sulla bocca di tutti, su tutte le spiagge, tutte le estati e persino in una famosa serie televisiva spagnola. Questa la grandezza del lascito di Battiato: per pochi, ma alla portata di tutti.

Fra cento anni, la sua opera così ampia – che va dall’elettronica alla musica sacra – verrà ancora studiata, come quella di un grande compositore di musica classica.

L’ombra che ora sembra calata sulla sua persona, è quella luce immensa che ha sempre cercato. Ci è riuscito anche questa volta, come quando decise a tavolino di vendere milioni di copie o vincere il festival di Sanremo (con Per Elisa) o di creare il perfetto tormentone: Un’estate al mare. È riuscito a vivere la vita che andava vissuta, dall’alba al crepuscolo, difendendosi dalle insidie di energie lunari. Battiato non ha scelto un’uscita sensazionale come tanti altri artisti; non si è sparato – questa parvenza di vita ha reso antiquato il suicidio – non è scappato, non si è ritirato in collina. Battiato riposa in attesa del prossimo passaggio – perché degna è la vita di colui che è sveglio e ancor di più di chi diventa saggio.

Fra pochi giorni, il 23 marzo, compirà il suo settantaseiesimo anno di transito terrestre. Nacque Francesco Battiato, da tutti conosciuto, come Franco, nome che gli consigliò Giorgio Gaber dopo la sua prima apparizione televisiva nel 1967 (ndr, per non confondersi con Francesco Guccini): “Da quel giorno in poi tutti mi chiamarono Franco, anche mia madre”.

Echi di mantra nel suono del suo nome…

Fonte: https://culturaidentita.it/franco-battiato-lombra-della-luce/

Un viaggio nella maestria (anche linguistica) di Franco Battiato

E così, Franco Battiato ci ha lasciati. Faccio fatica a crederci, perché le sue canzoni hanno accompagnato la mia vita, come credo quella di molte altre persone. Da ragazzina non lo apprezzavo troppo – i suoi testi mi parevano astrusi e distanti dalla mia esperienza di vita – ma crescendo, e ascoltando meglio non solo la musica, ma anche le parole, ho iniziato ad apprezzare la ricchezza dei riferimenti del cantante. Mi ricordo di lunghi viaggi con una macchina in prestito, nel cui mangianastri era perennemente inserita un’unica musicassetta: “L’era del cinghiale bianco”. Forse fu proprio viaggiando su per quei tornanti di montagna, accompagnata da quella cassetta, che ho fatto amicizia con la sua musica.

Ho sempre avuto la sensazione che Battiato sentisse tutto il mondo, e tutte le ere, come casa sua, e che in tutte si sentisse a proprio agio. Lo mostra, secondo me, la ricchezza di riferimenti geografici: dai campi del Tennessee ad Alexanderplatz, Berlino, dalle sponde del Mar Nero a Pechino, da Tunisi a Parigi. Un sito web, Mappiato, sta raccogliendo tutte le tracce geografiche della discografia battiatesca. Con le sue canzoni, il Maestro ha toccato i cinque continenti, compresa l’Isola Elefante, nell’Antartico, dove oggi si trova il monumento eretto in memoria di Shackleton.

Il viaggio di Battiato è geografico, certo, ma anche umano: sono molti i riferimenti a popoli, persone, personaggi: gesuìti (cioè ‘della compagnia di Gesù’, 1583) euclidèi (cioè razionali, rigorosi), danzatόri bùlgaribalinési (‘abitanti dell’isola di Bali), sciamàni (dall’inglese shaman, che è dal tunguso šamān, a sua volta dal pali [medio indiano] samana, derivato dal sanscrito śramana ‘monaco’, 1838), bόnzi (dal portoghese bonzo, dal giapponese bōzu, ‘monaco buddista’, 1549), Dervisches Tourners ossia dervìsci (dal persiano darviš ‘povero’, 1521, ‘membro della confraternita musulmana sufica dei Dervisci, che si propongono l’unione mistica con Dio mediante l’ascesi e la danza’) rotàntizìngari (dal greco. Atsíganoi, nome di una tribù dell’Asia Minore, 1470, ‘chi appartiene a una popolazione originaria dell’India, diffusasi in Europa fin dal XII secolo’) ribèllistudènti di Damàsco (capitale siriana, arabo Dimašq), squaw (adattamento inglese di una voce indiana delle tribù della famiglia algonchina, 1908, ‘sposa, moglie, nel linguaggio degli Indiani dell’America settentrionale’) pèlle di lùna, un mònaco birmàno (della Birmania, oggi Myanmar; il nome deriva dall’inglese Burman, 1828), geishe (vocabolo giapponese, propriamente ‘danzatrice’, composto di sha ‘persona’ e gei ‘d’arte, artistico’, 1905), prostitùte lìbichepròfughi (dal latino prŏfugu(m), da profŭgere ‘fuggire via’, sec. XIV) afgàni

Questi sono solo alcuni dei personaggi che conosciamo tramite le canzoni del Maestro, che sembrava avere un debole per creare immagini evocative semplicemente accostando un sostantivo a un aggettivo: e così, troviamo anche le sigarétte tùrche, i valzer (dal tedesco Walzer, da walzen ‘spianare, ballare’, 1826, ‘danza a coppie di origine tedesca, in tre tempi a movimento allegro o moderato’) viennési, le campàne tibetàne, le mùsiche balcàniche, le dànze sufi (derivato, attraverso l’inglese, dall’arabo ṣūfī, ‘coperto di lana’, da ṣūf ‘lana’, perché i devoti vestivano un saio di lana di cammello, 1494, ‘dottrina e organizzazione mistiche musulmane che ritengono possibile il contatto diretto con Dio attraverso mezzi estatici e meditazione’), le mètro giapponési, il pulvìscolo (dal latino pulvĭsculu(m), diminutivo di pŭlvis ‘polvere’, 1499) londinése, i ballétti rùssi. Con l’aggiunta di un semplice aggettivo, ecco che dei sostantivi tutto sommato normali, come le sigarette o il pulviscolo, diventano delle micro-polaroid di luoghi lontani e tradizioni esotiche.

I testi sono colmi di riferimenti culturali: dal “senso del possesso che fu prealessandrìno” al “coro delle sirene di Ulisse”) e pop (“with a little help from my friends” titolo di un brano dei Beatles contenuto nell’album “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”; “Le mille bolle blu”, canzone di Mina), con uno sguardo talvolta disincantato, “pratico”, sul presente (le bronchiti coi vapori e il Vicks Vaporubcontrollori di volo). Ma emerge anche un altro interesse di Battiato: quello per la scienza. A parte la ricerca del famoso cèntro di gravità (o baricèntro, ‘Punto di applicazione della risultante delle forze peso agenti su ogni singola parte costituente un corpo. In un solido omogeneo il baricentro coincide con il centro di simmetria’) permanènte e le corrènti gravitazionàli, c’è un brano intitolato direttamente Mòto browniano (dal nome di chi per primo lo studiò, il botanico scozzese Robert Brown (1773-1858), 1868, ‘movimento continuo e disordinato di particelle solide o liquide microscopiche in sospensione in un fluido, dovute all’agitazione termica delle molecole del fluido stesso’); e non basta: nel brano Fenomenologia sono inserite le due formulex1= A*sen (ωt) e x2= A*sen (ωt + γ), che rappresentano in due dimensioni le sinusoidali che compongono la doppia elica del DNA. Ma c’è di più: nel 1972 Battiato composte una canzone, “Pollution”, che di fatto è una piccola lezione di fisica sulla portata: “La portata di un condotto / è il volume liquido / Che passa in una sua sezione / Nell’unità di tempo: / E si ottiene moltiplicando / La sezione perpendicolare / Per la velocità che avrai del liquido. / A regime permanente / La portata è costante / Attraverso una sezione del condotto”. Non molti sarebbero stati in grado di musicare un simile testo!

Battiato non temeva di certo le parole difficili, auliche, specialistiche, rare. Nelle sue canzoni incontriamo cariocinèsi (composto di cario– e –cinesi, 1884), equivalente a mitòsi, ossia ‘l’insieme delle trasformazioni nucleari che, nel corso della moltiplicazione cellulare, consente di mantenere costante il numero dei cromosomi nelle cellule figlie’; fisiognòmica (dal greco physiognōmonía, 1579) ‘disciplina parascientifica che cerca di interpretare i caratteri di un individuo dall’aspetto esterno, specialmente dai tratti del viso’; forièro (dall’antico francese fourrier ‘foraggiatore’ che precedeva le truppe, 1557), ‘che precede e annuncia’; kathakali, un teatro-danza indiano, originario dello stato del Kerala e risalente a circa quattrocento anni fa; kundalini (voce sanscrita, propriamente ‘circolare’, 1985) ‘secondo l’induismo, energia presente in ogni essere umano che si manifesta come forza generativa’; mescalìna (dallo spagnolo mezcal, nome di un tipo di agave e quindi del liquore che se ne estrae: da mexcalli, voce indigena del Messico, 1957) ‘alcaloide estratto da una cactacea messicana e dotato di proprietà allucinogene’; sarcofagìa (che nel vocabolario non si trova, viene dal greco antico e significa ‘essere carnivori’).

Allo stesso modo, il Maestro amava cantare in molte lingue diverse. Talvolta, questa tendenza si manifesta attraverso testi in cui è comune il code-switching, cioè il passaggio, all’interno dello stesso periodo, da una lingua all’altra, in altri casi i testi sono integralmente cantati in altre lingue. Incontriamo degli inserti tedeschi in “Ein Tag aus dem Leben des kleinen Johannes”; il francese nel brano “La canzone dei vecchi amanti”; il portoghese in “Secunda feira”; l’inglese in “No time, no space”; lo spagnolo in “Sentimiento nuevo” e in molte canzoni che Battiato ha ricantato in lingua per la gioia dei suoi fan in Spagna; giapponese in “Le aquile volano a stormi”; “Fogh In Nakhal” è cantata interamente in arabo; “Credo” in latino; “Di passaggio” contiene dei versi in greco antico; “U cuntu” è in siciliano, come pure “Caliti junku”, canzone nella quale Battiato canta: “Un antico detto, cinese o tibetano, forse arabo-siciliano, dice così: Caliti junku ‘ca passa la China, caliti junku, da sira ‘a matina”.

La mia sensazione è che Franco Battiato, nel suo misticismo, nella sua perenne ricerca di un altrove e di un’alterità che però per lui erano casa, auspicasse davvero un ritorno all’“Era del cinghiale bianco”: un’epoca mitica, cantata dai Celti, in cui le persone mettevano – e forse metteranno – la sapienza e la conoscenza al primo posto, un’età dell’oro comune a tutte le culture, di pace e splendore.

Fonte: https://dizionaripiu.zanichelli.it/cultura-e-attualita/glossario/un-viaggio-nella-maestria-anche-linguistica-di-franco-battiato/

From 2019 to 2049 – Back to the Future

FUTURISTIC  Blade Runner

THE view of the future offered by Ridley Scott’s muddled yet mesmerizing »Blade Runner» is as intricately detailed as anything a science-fiction film has yet envisioned. The year is 2019, the place Los Angeles, the landscape garish but bleak. The city is a canyon bounded by industrial towers, some of which belch fire. Advertising billboards, which are everywhere, now feature lifelike electronic people who are the size of giants. The police cruise both horizontally and vertically on their patrol routes, but there is seldom anyone to arrest, because the place is much emptier than it used to be. In an age of space travel, anyone with the wherewithal has presumably gone away. Only the dregs remain.

»Blade Runner» begins with a stunning shot of this futuristic city, accompanied by the rumbling of Vangelis’s eerie, highly effective score. It proceeds to tell the story of Rick Deckard and his battle with the replicants, a story based on Philip K. Dick’s novel »Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?» In brief: replicants are manmade creatures that possess all human attributes except feelings. They have been built to serve as slaves in Earth colonies that are Off World, i.e., elsewhere. Whenever the replicants rebel, the job of eliminating them is given to a special, skilled hunter. This expert is called a blade runner.

Rick Deckard is the best of the blade runners, now retired. He is as hard-boiled as any film noir detective, with much the same world view. So when he is told, at the beginning of »Blade Runner,» that an especially dangerous group of replicants is on the loose, and is offered the job of hunting them, he can’t say no. Even in the murkiest reaches of science-fiction lore, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

»Blade Runner,» which opens today at the Criterion Center and other theaters, follows Deckard’s love affair with a beautiful replicant named Rachael, who is special assistant to the high-level industrialist who created her. It also follows Deckard’s tracking down of the runaways, most notably their white-haired, demoniclooking leader, Batty (Rutger Hauer). These events involve quite a bit of plot, but they’re nothing in the movie’s excessively busy overall scheme. »Blade Runner» is crammed to the gills with much more information than it can hold.

Science-fiction devotees may find »Blade Runner» a wonderfully meticulous movie and marvel at the comprehensiveness of its vision. Even those without a taste for gadgetry cannot fail to appreciate the degree of effort that has gone into constructing a film so ambitious and idiosyncratic. The special effects are by Douglas Trumbull, Richard Yuricich and David Dryer, and they are superb. So is Laurence G. Paull’s production design. But »Blade Runner» is a film that special effects could have easily run away with, and run away with it they have.

And it’s also a mess, at least as far as its narrative is concerned. Almost nothing is explained coherently, and the plot has great lapses, from the changeable nature of one key character to the frequent disappearances of another. The story lurches along awkwardly, helped not at all by some ponderous stabs at developing Deckard’s character. As an old-fashioned detective cruising his way through the space age, Deckard is both tedious and outre.

At several points in the story, Deckard is called on to wonder whether Rachael has feelings. This seems peculiar, because the icy, poised Rachael, played by Sean Young as a 1940’s heroine with spaceage trimmings, seems a lot more expressive than Deckard, who is played by Harrison Ford. Mr. Ford is, for a movie so darkly fanciful, rather a colorless hero; he fades too easily into the bleak background. And he is often upstaged by Rutger Hauer, who in this film and in »Night Hawks» appears to be specializing in fiendish roles. Mr. Hauer is properly cold-blooded here, but there is something almost humorous behind his nastiness. In any case, he is by far the most animated performer in a film intentionally populated by automatons.

Mr. Scott, who made his mark in »Alien» by showing a creature bursting forth from the body of one of its victims, tries hard to hit the same note here. One scene takes place in an eyeball factory. Two others show Deckard in vicious, sadistic fights with women. One of these fights features strange calisthenics and unearthly shrieks.

The end of the film is both gruesome and sentimental. Mr. Scott can’t have it both ways, any more than he can expect overdecoration to carry a film that has neither strong characters nor a strong story. That hasn’t stopped him from trying, even if it perhaps should have.

Source: https://www.nytimes.com/1982/06/25/movies/futuristic-blade-runner.html

Blade Runner’s chillingly prescient vision of the future

Can corporations become so powerful that they dictate the way we feel? Can machines get mad – like, really mad – at their makers? Can people learn to love machines?

These are a few of the questions raised by Ridley Scott’s influential sci-fi neo-noir film “Blade Runner” (1982), which imagines a corporation whose product tests the limits of the machine-man divide.

Looking back at the original theatrical release of “Blade Runner” – just as its sequel, “Blade Runner 2049” opens in theaters – I’m struck by the original’s ambivalence about technology and its chillingly prescient vision of corporate attempts to control human feelings.

From machine killer to machine lover

Even though the film was tepidly received at the time of its release, its detractors agreed that its imagining of Los Angeles in 2019 was wonderfully atmospheric and artfully disconcerting. Looming over a dingy, rain-soaked City of Angels is Tyrell Corporation, whose namesake, Dr. Tyrell (Joe Turkel), announces, “Commerce is our goal here at Tyrell. More human than human is our motto.”

Tyrell creates robots called replicants, which are difficult to differentiate from humans. They are designed to be worker-slaves – with designations like “combat model” or “pleasure model” – and to expire after four years.

Batty (Rutger Hauer) and Pris (Darryl Hannah) are two members of a small cohort of rebelling replicants who escape their enslavement and hope to extend their lives beyond the four years allotted them by their makers. These replicant models even possess fake memories, which Tyrell implanted as a way to buffer the machine’s anxieties. Instead, the memories create a longing for an unattainable future. The machines want to be treated like people, too.

Deckard (Harrison Ford), a policeman (and maybe a replicant too), is tasked with eliminating the escaped machines. During his search, he meets a special replicant who lacks the corporate safeguard of a four-year lifespan: the beautiful Rachael (Sean Young), who shoots and kills one of her own in order to save Deckard. This opens the door for Deckard to acknowledge growing feelings towards a machine who has developed the will to live and love beyond the existence imagined for her by Tyrell Corp.

The greatest challenge to Deckard comes from combat model Batty, who has demonstrably more passion for existence than the affectless Deckard.

The film’s climax is a duel to the death between Deckard and Batty, in which Batty ends up not just sparing but saving Deckard. As Deckard watches Batty expire, he envies the replicant’s lust for life at the very moment it escapes him. Batty seems more human than the humans in this world, but Tyrell’s motto is both clue and trap.

Deckard’s end-of-film decision to escape with Rachael defies the rules of the corporation and of society. But it’s also an acknowledgment of the successful, seamless integration of machine and human life.

“Blade Runner” imagines a world in which human machines are created to serve people, but Deckard’s interactions with these replicants reveals the thinness of the line: He goes from being on assignment as a machine killer to falling in love with a machine.

A world succumbing to machines

Today, the relationship between corporations, machines and humans defines modern life in ways that Ridley Scott – even in his wildest and most dystopic imagination – couldn’t have forecast in 1982.

In “Blade Runner,” implanted memories are propped up by coveted (but fake) family photos. Yet a world in which memory is fragile and malleable seems all too possible and familiar. Recent studies have shown that people’s memories are increasingly susceptible to being warped by social media misinformation, whether it’s stories of fake terrorist attacks or Muslims celebrating after 9/11. When this misinformation spreads on social media networks, it can create and reinforce false collective memories, fomenting a crisis of reality that can skew election results or whip up small town hysteria.

Meanwhile, Facebook has studied how it can manipulate the way its users feel – and yet over a billion people a day log on to willingly participate in its massive data collection efforts.

Our entrancement with technology might seem less dramatic than the full-blown love affair that Scott imagined, but it’s no less all-consuming. We often prioritize our smartphones over human social interactions, with millennials checking their phones over 150 times a day. In fact, even as people increasingly feel that they cannot live without their smartphones, many say that the devices are ruining their relationships.

And at a time when we’re faced with the likelihood of being unable to differentiate between what’s real and what’s fake – a world of Twitter bots and doctored photographs, trolling and faux-outrage, mechanical pets and plastic surgery – we might be well served by recalling Deckard’s first conversation upon arriving at Tyrell Corp. Spotting an owl, Deckard asks, “It’s artificial?” Rachael replies, not skipping a beat, “Of course it is.”

In “Blade Runner,” reality no longer really matters.

How much longer will it matter to us?

Source: https://theconversation.com/blade-runners-chillingly-prescient-vision-of-the-future-84973

TECHNODYSTOPIA: ARE WE HEADING TOWARDS A REAL-WORLD BLADE RUNNER?

In 1982, Blade Runner floored audiences with its technodystopian depiction of the future. Almost 40 years on, some of these projections seem eerily accurate

“Early in the 21st Century, THE TYRELL CORPORATION advanced robot evolution into the NEXUS phase – a being virtually identical to a human known as a Replicant. … After a bloody mutiny by a NEXUS 6 combat team in an Off-World colony, Replicants were declared illegal on earth – under penalty of death…This was not called execution. It was called retirement.”
– opening text of “Blade Runner” (1982)

Ridley Scott’s 1982 cult classic film, Blade Runner, takes us into a dystopian future that humankind has brought on itself through the rapid, unrestrained and ultimately chaotic development of new technologies.

First and foremost, this sci-fi noir film explores the dangers, uncertainties and moral and ethical ambiguities surrounding the creation of advanced Artificial Intelligence (AI).

The interactions between humans and the advanced androids, known as Replicants, portray a world in which the line between ‘real’ and ‘fake’ people is inextricably blurred.

In doing so, Blade Runner questions what it fundamentally means to be human, following four Replicants who have returned to Earth to meet their maker.

Blade Runner Rick Deckard (Harrison Ford) is then tasked with tracking down and eliminating the rogue AIs, who are asserting their right to live in a society that doesn’t recognise them as real people.

What is startling to remember is that the film was set in 2019. So today, well past that date, can the dark predictions of Blade Runner provoke a reflection and even a deeper understanding of our relationship with technology? How successful is art and film at predicting our future?

SCI-FI PREDICTING TECHNOLOGICAL FUTURES

The Replicants of Blade Runner, as the name suggests, are essentially AI systems given advanced bioengineered bodies designed to replicate the physical abilities and intellectual capacities of humans. They’re put in dangerous scenarios without the need to risk actual human lives.

Despite many advances in this technology, these highly intelligent androids are far from existing in our world. The technology today, three years after the setting of Blade Runner, is still far from creating actual Artificially Intelligent beings.

Beings like this – sometimes called general AI – are beyond the scope of our modern AI systems and technologies available today.

AI, as we know it, consists of technologies like machine learning algorithms, natural language processing and computer vision technologies. This can work in surprising and sophisticated ways by identifying patterns and correlations to predict outcomes.

But AI is very far from understanding humans or having its own thoughts and feelings. The robots we interact with are more likely to be the cute but inert Paro aged care seal or the somewhat creepy Boston Dynamic dancing dog.

While technologists might still mull over the existence of potentially dangerous ‘almost humans’ that are nearly impossible to distinguish from ‘real’ humans, experts in the field are more concerned about the hidden black box workings of manipulative and prejudiced algorithms that are making decisions about our jobs, money and freedom.

Experts are concerned too over the digital platforms sitting in moats of data that give them the ability to manipulate what we buy or how we vote.

ETHICAL IMPLICATIONS OF CREATING HUMAN-LIKE ROBOTS

Although Replicants may still only exist in the realms of fantasy, Blade Runner still prompts relevant questions about human-computer interactions and the ethics of AI.

In the world of Blade Runner, Replicants are simply tools that are to be used for the benefit of their owners. So, killing a Replicant isn’t referred to as execution like “real” people – they are “retired”. And yet, the design of the Replicants intrinsically, yet also paradoxically, challenges their status as mere non-human tools and property.

Replicants are purposefully designed to be “virtually identical” to humans. They look like humans, speak like humans and without investigation from a Blade Runner, are indistinguishable from humans.

And this idea goes strictly against ethical design for AI or robotic systems.

Many contemporary scholars of AI or robot ethics see something inherently deceptive about this mimicry, which both insults the human interacting with the robot and may also degrade the robot’s innate humanity.

What does it mean if, on deciding that a robot which strongly resembles a human is non-human, a human engages in cruel or vicious treatment of that robot? In the real world, it’s been suggested that one of the new ‘laws of robotics’ should require a robot to always identify itself as a robot, ultimately responsible to the humans who deployed it.

ROBOTS AND OUR RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEM

These questions are interesting in understanding our relationships with technology and what it is to be human. But the questions prompted by the Replicants and their relationship with Blade Runner also have real and current applications.

Should the chatbots we interact with dealing with banking, telco and airline providers identify themselves as artificial? What about Alexa? Google’s AI system, Duplex, was met with controversy after demonstrating it could book a restaurant because many felt that the deception involved in this practice was inherently wrong.

In Blade Runner, Deckard’s relationship with Rachael also reflects this concern, raising questions about whether AI should mimic human affection and emotion in their language.

The ethical and moral standing of a robot is questioned in many films, and in literature and art. And often sci-fi films like Blade Runner depict robots with genuine thoughts, feelings and emotions as well as the deeply human desire to fight for their own survival.

Although humanoid robots are not likely in the foreseeable future, we do need laws to deal with the consequences of the hidden black box algorithms that are increasingly informing government and private sector decisions. For humans, there are many laws and regulations that exist for our own protection – so should we have the same laws for robots?

Source: https://pursuit.unimelb.edu.au/articles/technodystopia-are-we-heading-towards-a-real-world-blade-runner

Baby, the Rain Must Fall

The visionary sci-fi movie “Blade Runner” has its own look, and a place in film history.

Ridley Scott, the director of the futuristic thriller “Blade Runner,” sets up the action with a crawl announcing that the time is early in the twenty-first century, and that a blade runner is a police officer who “retires”—i.e., kills—“replicants,” the powerful humanoids manufactured by genetic engineers, if they rebel against their drudgery in the space colonies and show up on Earth. A title informs us that we’re in Los Angeles in the year 2019, and then Scott plunges us into a hellish, claustrophobic city that has become a cross between Newark and old Singapore. The skies are polluted, and there’s a continual drenching rainfall. The air is so rotten that it’s dark outside, yet when we’re inside, the brightest lights are on the outside, from the giant searchlights scanning the city and shining in. A huge, squat pyramidal skyscraper (the new architecture appears to be Mayan and Egyptian in inspiration) houses the offices of the Tyrell Corporation, which produces those marvels of energy the replicants, who are faster and stronger than human beings, and even at the top, in the penthouse of Tyrell himself, there’s dust hanging in the smoky air. (You may find yourself idly wondering why this bigwig inventor can’t produce a humble little replicant to do some dusting.)

The congested-megalopolis sets are extraordinary, and they’re lovingly, perhaps obsessively, detailed; this is the future as a black market, made up of scrambled sordid aspects of the past—Chinatown, the Casbah, and Times Square, with an enormous, mesmerizing ad for Coca-Cola, and Art Deco neon signs everywhere, in a blur of languages. “Blade Runner,” which cost thirty million dollars, has its own look, and a visionary sci-fi movie that has its own look can’t be ignored—it has its place in film history. But we’re always aware of the sets as sets, partly because although the impasto of decay is fascinating, what we see doesn’t mean anything to us. (It’s 2019 back lot.) Ridley Scott isn’t great on mise en scène—we’re never sure exactly what part of the city we’re in, or where it is in relation to the scene before and the scene after. (Scott seems to be trapped in his own alleyways, without a map.) And we’re not caught up in the pulpy suspense plot, which involves the hero, Deckard (Harrison Ford), a former blade runner forced to come back to hunt down four murderous replicants who have blended into the swarming street life. (The term “blade runner” actually comes from the title of a William Burroughs novel, which has no connection with the movie.) It’s a very strange tenderloin that Ridley Scott and his associates have concocted; except for Deckard and stray Hari Krishna-ites and porcupine-headed punks, there are few Caucasians (and not many blacks, either). The population seems to be almost entirely ethnic—poor, hustling Asians and assorted foreigners, who are made to seem not quite degenerate, perhaps, but oddly subhuman. They’re all selling, dealing, struggling to get along; they never look up—they’re intent on what they’re involved in, like slot-machine zealots in Vegas. You know that Deckard is a breed apart, because he’s the only one you see who reads a newspaper. Nothing much is explained (except in that opening crawl), but we get the vague impression that the more prosperous, clean-cut types have gone off-world to some Scarsdale in space.

Here we are—only forty years from now—in a horrible electronic slum, and “Blade Runner” never asks, “How did this happen?” The picture treats this grimy, retrograde future as a given—a foregone conclusion, which we’re not meant to question. The presumption is that man is now fully realized as a spoiler of the earth. The sci-fi movies of the past were often utopian or cautionary; this film seems indifferent, blasé, and maybe, like some of the people in the audience, a little pleased by this view of a medieval future—satisfied in a slightly vengeful way. There’s a subject, though, lurking around the comic-strip edges: What does it mean to be human? Tracking down the replicants, who are assumed not to have any feelings, Deckard finds not only that they suffer and passionately want to live but that they are capable of acts of generosity. They have become far more human than the scavenging people left on Earth. Maybe Scott and the scriptwriters (Hampton Fancher and David Peoples), who adapted the 1968 novel “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?,” by the late Philip K. Dick, shied away from this subject because it has sticky, neo-Fascist aspects. But this underlying idea is the only promising one in the movie, and it has a strong visual base: when a manufactured person looks just like a person born of woman—when even the eyes don’t tell you which is which—how do you define the difference?

Scott’s creepy, oppressive vision requires some sort of overriding idea—something besides spoofy gimmicks, such as having Deckard narrate the movie in the loner-in-the-big-city manner of a Hammett or Chandler private eye. This voice-over, which is said to have been a late addition, sounds ludicrous, and it breaks the visual hold of the material. The dialogue isn’t well handled, either. Scott doesn’t seem to have a grasp of how to use words as part of the way a movie moves. “Blade Runner” is a suspenseless thriller; it appears to be a victim of its own imaginative use of hardware and miniatures and mattes. At some point, Scott and the others must have decided that the story was unimportant; maybe the booming, lewd and sultry score by Chariots-for-Hire Vangelis that seems to come out of the smoke convinced them that the audience would be moved even if vital parts of the story were trimmed. Vangelis gives the picture so much film noir overload that he fights Scott’s imagery; he chomps on it, stomps on it, and drowns it.

“Blade Runner” doesn’t engage you directly; it forces passivity on you. It sets you down in this lopsided maze of a city, with its post-human feeling, and keeps you persuaded that something bad is about to happen. Some of the scenes seem to have six subtexts but no text, and no context, either. There are suggestions of Nicolas Roeg in the odd, premonitory atmosphere, but Roeg gives promise of something perversely sexual. With Scott, it’s just something unpleasant or ugly. The dizzying architectural angles (we always seem to be looking down from perilous heights) and the buglike police cars that lift off in the street and rise straight up in the canyons between the tall buildings and drop down again give us a teasing kind of vertigo. Scott goes much further, though. He uses way-off-kilter angles that produce not nausea, exactly, but a queasiness that prepares us for the feelings of nausea that Deckard is then seen to have. And, perhaps because of the what-is-a-human-being remnant in the story, the picture keeps Deckard—and us—fixated on eyes. (The characters’ perambulations include a visit to the eyemaker who supplies the Tyrell genetic engineers with human eyes, and he turns out to be a wizened old Chinese gent—as if eyemaking were an ancient art. Maybe Tyrell picks up some used elbows in Saigon. His methods of operation for creating replicant slaves out of living cell tissue seem as haphazard as bodywork on wrecked cars.) In Nicolas Roeg’s films, the characters are drained, and they’re left soft and androgynous in an inviting way; Scott squashes his characters, and the dread that he sets up leads you to expect some release, and you know it’s not the release you want.

All we’ve got to hang on to is Deckard, and the moviemakers seem to have decided that his characterization was complete when they signed Harrison Ford for the role. Deckard’s bachelor pad is part of a 1924 Frank Lloyd Wright house with a Mayan motif. Apart from that, the only things we learn about him are that he has inexplicably latched on to private-eye lingo, that he was married, and that he’s tired of killing replicants—it has begun to sicken him. (The piano in his apartment has dozens of family pictures on it, but they’re curiously old-fashioned photos—they seem to go back to the nineteenth century—and we have no idea what happened to all those people.) The film’s visual scale makes the sloppy bit of plot about Deckard going from one oddball place to another as he tracks down the four replicants—two men, two women—seem sort of pitiable. But his encounters with the replicant women are sensationally, violently effective. As Zhora, who has found employment as an artificial-snake charmer, Joanna Cassidy has some of the fine torrid sluttiness she had in “The Late Show.” (Nobody is less like a humanoid than Joanna Cassidy; her Zhora wasn’t manufactured as an adult—she was formed by bitter experience, and that’s what gives her a screen presence.) And, in the one really shocking and magical sequence, Daryl Hannah, as the straw-haired, acrobatic Pris, does a punk variation on Olympia, the doll automaton of “The Tales of Hoffmann.”

The two male replicants give the movie problems. Leon (Brion James, who brings a sweaty wariness and suggestions of depth to the role) has found a factory job at the Tyrell Corporation itself, and his new employers, suspecting that he may be a renegade replicant, give him a highly sophisticated test. It checks his emotional responses by detecting the contractions of the pupils of his eyes as he attempts to deal with questions about his early life. But this replicant-detector test comes at the beginning of the picture, before we have registered that replicants have no early life. And it seems utterly pointless, since surely the Tyrell Corporation has photographic records of the models it has produced—and, in fact, when the police order Deckard to find and retire the four he is shown perfectly clear pictures of them. It might have been much cannier to save any testing until later in the movie, when Deckard has doubts about a very beautiful dark-eyed woman—Tyrell’s assistant, Rachael, played by Sean Young. Rachael, who has the eyes of an old Murine ad, seems more of a zombie than anyone else in the movie, because the director tries to pose her the way von Sternberg posed Dietrich, but she saves Deckard’s life, and even plays his piano. (She smokes, too, but then the whole atmosphere is smoking.) Rachael wears vamped-up versions of the mannish padded-shoulder suits and the sleek, stiff hairdos and ultra-glossy lipstick of career girls in forties movies; her shoulder comes into a room a long time before she does. And if Deckard had felt compelled to test her responses it could have been the occasion for some nifty repartee; she might have been spirited and touching. Her role is limply written, though; she’s cool at first, but she spends most of her screen time looking mysteriously afflicted—wet-eyed with yearning—and she never gets to deliver a zinger. I don’t think she even has a chance to laugh. The moviemakers haven’t learned that wonderful, simple trick of bringing a character close to the audience by giving him a joke or having him overreact to one. The people we’re watching are so remote from us they might be shadows of people who aren’t there.

The only character who gets to display a large range of emotions is the fourth of the killer replicants, and their leader—Roy Batty (the Crazed King?), played by the tall, blue-eyed blond Dutch actor Rutger Hauer, whose hair is lemon-white here. Hauer (who was Albert Speer in “Inside the Third Reich” on television last May) stares all the time; he also smiles ominously, hoo-hoos like a mad owl and howls like a wolf, and, at moments, appears to see himself as the god Pan, and as Christ crucified. He seems a shoo-in for this year’s Klaus Kinski Scenery-Chewing Award. As a humanoid in a homicidal rage because replicants are built to last only four years, he stalks through the movie like an evil Aryan superman; he brings the wrong kind of intensity to the role—an effete, self-aware irony so overscaled it’s Wagnerian. His gaga performance is an unconscious burlesque that apparently passes for great acting with the director, especially when Hauer turns noble sufferer and poses like a big hunk of sculpture. (It’s a wonder he doesn’t rust out in all that rain.) This sequence is particularly funny because there’s poor Harrison Ford, with the fingers of one hand broken, reduced to hanging on to bits of the cornice of a tall building by his one good hand—by then you’ve probably forgotten that he is Harrison Ford, the fellow who charms audiences by his boundless good humor—while the saucer-eyed Hauer rants and carries on. Ford is like Harold Lloyd stuck by mistake in the climax of “Duel in the Sun.”

Ridley Scott may not notice that when Hauer is onscreen the camera seems stalled and time breaks down, because the whole movie gives you a feeling of not getting anywhere. Deckard’s mission seems of no particular consequence. Whom is he trying to save? Those sewer-rat people in the city? They’re presented as so dehumanized that their life or death hardly matters. Deckard feels no more connection with them than Ridley Scott does. They’re just part of the film’s bluish-gray, heavy-metal chic—inertia made glamorous. Lead zeppelins could float in this smoggy air. And maybe in the moviemakers’ heads, too. Why is Deckard engaged in this urgent hunt? The replicants are due to expire anyway. All the moviemakers’ thinking must have gone into the sets. Apparently, the replicants have a motive for returning to Earth: they’re trying to reach Tyrell—they hope he can extend their life span. So if the police want to catch them, all they need to do is wait for them to show up at Tyrell’s place. And why hasn’t Deckard, the ace blade runner, figured out that if the replicants can’t have their lives extended they may want revenge for their slave existence, and that all he’s doing is protecting Tyrell? You can dope out how the story might have been presented, with Deckard as the patsy who does Tyrell’s dirty work; as it is, you can’t clear up why Tyrell isn’t better guarded—and why the movie doesn’t pull the plot strands together.

“Blade Runner” is musty even while you’re looking at it (and noting its relationship to Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis” and to von Sternberg’s lighting techniques, and maybe to Polanski’s “Chinatown” and “Fellini’s Roma,” and so on). There are some remarkable images—for example, when the camera plays over the iron grillwork of the famous Bradbury Building in Los Angeles the iron looks tortured into shape. These images are part of the sequences about a lonely, sickly young toymaker, Sebastian (William Sanderson), who lives in the deserted building. Sebastian has used the same techniques employed in producing replicants to make living toy companions for himself, and since the first appearance of these toys has some charm, we wait to see them in action again. When the innocent, friendly Sebastian is in danger, we expect the toys to come to his aid or be upset or, later, try to take reprisals for what happens to their creator, or at least grieve. We assume that moviemakers wouldn’t go to all the trouble of devising a whole batch of toy figures only to forget about them. But this movie loses track of the few expectations it sets up, and the formlessness adds to a viewer’s demoralization—the film itself seems part of the atmosphere of decay. “Blade Runner” has nothing to give the audience—not even a second of sorrow for Sebastian. It hasn’t been thought out in human terms. If anybody comes around with a test to detect humanoids, maybe Ridley Scott and his associates should hide. With all the smoke in this movie, you feel as if everyone connected with it needs to have his flue cleaned.

Source: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1982/07/12/baby-the-rain-must-fall

Are we living in a Blade Runner world?

The 1982 sci-fi film imagined a dystopian metropolis in November 2019. But, now we’ve caught up, to what extent did it really predict our present reality, asks David Barnett.

The city stretches as far as the eye can see; the lights in the packed-together buildings shine – unlike the stars which are invisible in the smog-filled night sky… Flames belch from gigantic industrial towers. A vehicle flies into the scene, then out again, heading towards two monstrous pyramids.

An increasingly anxious man undergoes a verbal test conducted by his supervisor at the Tyrell Corporation, housed in the vast ziggurats. It doesn’t end well. We cut to another flying car, negotiating the narrow avenues of the city, framed against a digital hoarding, storeys-tall, featuring an Asian woman advertising snack foods. A booming voice cheerfully tells the unseen but presumably multitudinous denizens of this strange future world that a new life awaits them in the off-world colonies.

Except, of course, it isn’t the future, not any more. This is Blade Runner, the 1982 movie directed by Ridley Scott: (very loosely) based on Philip K Dick’s 1968 novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, and telling the story of Rick Deckard, a cop who works for the LAPD, tracking down and ‘retiring’ replicants – genetically-engineered, almost-human artificial people whose presence on Earth is illegal, following a replicant revolt on one of Earth’s off-world colonies.

This may sound far-flung from our own reality, but as the opening credits tell us, the film is set in Los Angeles, November 2019. In that sense, Blade Runner is no longer science fiction. It’s a contemporary thriller. The question is: in the 37 years between Blade Runner’s release and its setting – our present – how close have we come to the future presented in the movie?

On one hand, there are parts of its vision of 2019 that feel jarringly old-fashioned. There is no internet, and when we first meet Deckard he’s reading an actual newspaper, sheltering from the rain by the window of a shop that is selling bulky old cathode-ray television sets. Meanwhile when Deckard performs the Voight-Kampff test – an examination designed to distinguish replicants from humans via their emotional responses to verbal questioning  – on Sean Young’s Rachael, the assistant of Eldon Tyrell, the boss of the company that makes replicants, she is smoking! A cigarette! In an office!

The world of Blade Runner is one in which the fictional Tyrell conglomerate dominates alongside other, real-life corporations, that feature on some of the film’s massive neon advertising hoardings – tempting fate as to whether the businesses active in 1982 would still be going in 2019. Coca-Cola was a fairly safe bet, but PanAm, whose logo we glimpse in the opening scene, wasn’t; the airline went out of business in 1991.

On the other hand, we are still catching up with much of its technology, of course – though some elements are now not far beyond the bounds of possibility. A German company, Lilium, announced last month that the flying car it is developing could be in use as a taxi service by the year 2025. We don’t have artificial humans, but we have been making huge strides in gene-editing, causing concern in some quarters. And we don’t need the Voight-Kampff test yet, but how many times have you been asked to mark all the traffic lights on a grid picture to prove you’re not a robot, and gain access to a website?

What the film gets right

However, beyond particular components, Blade Runner arguably gets something much more fundamental right, which is the world’s socio-political outlook in 2019 – and that isn’t particularly welcome, according to Michi Trota, who is a media critic and the non-fiction editor of the science-fiction periodical, Uncanny Magazine.

“It’s disappointing, to say the least, that what Blade Runner ‘predicted’ accurately is a dystopian landscape shaped by corporate influence and interests, mass industrialisation’s detrimental effect on the environment, the police state, and the whims of the rich and powerful resulting in chaos and violence, suffered by the socially marginalised.”

In the movie the replicants have a fail-safe programmed into them – a lifespan of just four years – to prevent a further revolution. Trota believes there is “something prescient in the replicants’ frustration and rage at their shortened lifespans, resulting from corporate greed and indifference, that’s echoed in the current state of US healthcare and globalised exploitation of workers.” She adds: “I’d have vastly preferred the flying cars instead.”

As for the devastating effects of pollution and climate change evident in Blade Runner, as well as its 2017 sequel Blade Runner 2049, “the environmental collapse the film so vividly depicts is not too far off from where we are today,” says science-fiction writer and software developer Matthew Kressel, pointing to the infamous 2013 picture of the Beijing smog that looks like a cut frame from the film. “And we’re currently undergoing the greatest mass extinction since the dinosaurs died out 65 million years ago. In addition, the film’s depiction of haves and have-nots, those who are able to live comfortable lives, while the rest live in squalor, is remarkably parallel to the immense disparity in wealth between the world’s richest and poorest today. In that sense, the film is quite accurate.”

Accurate about where, though? Blade Runner’s Los Angeles is a cultural melange, with heavy Eastern influences, and a street-level argot called Cityspeak that is a mish-mash of Japanese, Spanish, German, Korean, among other languages. Trota, who is Filipino-American, says the film is an example of “how pervasive the use of ‘exotic Asian pastiche’ is in science-fiction stories that seem to have no problem with taking the surface bits of non-European cultures to ‘spice things up’, while neglecting to include any significant characters of colour in those stories”.

As in Kressel’s comment above, Beijing has been a frequent reference point when discussing Blade Runner’s metropolis – and that’s where award-winning science-fiction author Mary Robinette Kowal has just returned from. Is the Chinese megacity more representative of the Blade Runner aesthetic than present-day LA, I wonder? “The smog was no joke, so in that respect, yes,” says Kowal. “But in the parts of Beijing that I was in, I saw a significant overlap of the old and the new. Each seemed equally celebrated. Aside from the air quality, it was a clean, modern city, interwoven with historic areas.”

What’s the point of sci-fi?

Is the question of whether Blade Runner in 1982 correctly predicted the world of 2019 even a valid one, though? Is it science fiction’s job to be predictive, or to just entertain? Or, perhaps, something more?

Kowal says she is less interested in the genre’s literally predictive qualities than in the opportunities it offers as “a playground for thought experiments. It allows us to tip our world to the side and look at the interconnected tissues and then draw logical chains of causality into the future. The best SF remains relevant, not because of the technology in it, but because of the questions it forces us to ask. Blade Runner, for instance, is asking about the morality of creating sentient life for the purpose of enslaving it.”

Trota agrees science fiction’s real potency lies in the wider philosophical issues it explores. “It can often be about the future, it can be ‘predictive’ but those predictions are also very much reflective of our grappling with present day issues, as well as our past. If there’s any ‘job’ that science fiction – and fantasy – has, to paraphrase authors Ijeoma Oluo and NK Jemisin, it’s to help us imagine entirely new ways of being, to move beyond reflexively recreating our past so we can envision other ways of living outside the systems, oppressions, and societal defaults we’ve internalised and normalised.”

Kowal’s latest novels, The Calculating Stars and The Fated Sky, envisage an alternate-history US, where a woman mathematician and pilot leads humanity’s mission to colonise other worlds, as an apocalyptic climate change bears down on the Earth. The author says that Blade Runner “shaped a lot of our ideas of what ‘the future’ looks like… If we think of broad strokes, I think it did surprisingly well. Pollution, talking to our computers, corporations running the country, and the ethical questions of who is considered a person. If we talk about specifics? Flying cars exist but are always going to be a terrible idea, so I’m fine with not having those in the mainstream.”

If not necessarily predictive, science fiction can also prove to have a symbiotic relationship with the present. Kowal says, “So many people in STEM fields cite science-fiction films or books as their inspiration for an invention. Did Star Trek invent the flip phone, or cause it to come into being? Did 1984 predict the Big Brother state or prevent it from being pervasive?”

And it can also provide a warning for us to mend our ways. Nobody, surely, would want to live in the November 2019 depicted by Blade Runner, would they? Don’t be too sure, says Kressel.

“In a way, Blade Runner can be thought of as the ultimate cautionary tale,” he says. “Has there ever been a vision so totally bleak, one that shows how environmental degradation, dehumanisation and personal estrangement are so harmful to the future of the world?

“And yet, if anything, Blade Runner just shows the failure of the premise that cautionary tales actually work. Instead, we have fetishised Blade Runner’s dystopian vision. Look at most art depicting the future across literature, film, visual art, and in almost all of them you will find echoes of Blade Runner’s bleak dystopia.

“Blade Runner made dystopias ‘cool’, and so here we are, careening toward environmental collapse one burned hectare of rainforest at a time. If anything, I think we should be looking at why we failed to heed its warning.”

Source: https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20191111-are-we-living-in-a-blade-runner-world

Blade Runner 2049: The Mysteries Deepen

The good news about life on Earth, thirty-two years from now, is that people still listen to Frank Sinatra. In “Blade Runner 2049,” the land is the color of a corpse, and the skies are no better. The only tree is sapless and dead, and the only farmer is harvesting weevils for protein. The Voice, however, is unimpaired. True, Sinatra is no more than a hologram, crooning to a couple of folks in the shell of a Las Vegas hot spot, and yet, when he sings the words “Set ’em up, Joe,” you soften and melt as if it were 1954 and he were singing them to Doris Day, hushing a crowded room, in “Young at Heart.”

By a nice twist, there is a Joe around. He’s with the L.A.P.D., and he’s officially called KD6.3-7 (Ryan Gosling), or K, for short, but somebody suggests Joe, and it lends him a little flavor. He needs a real name, not least because it makes him sound like a real person—shades of Pinocchio, who longed to be a real boy. In fact, K is a Blade Runner: a synthetic human known as a replicant, physically redoubtable and emotionally dry, whose job is to find and to “retire” (a ghoulish euphemism) any early-model replicants who are still out there. They have “open-ended lifespans,” and immortality, as ever, is not to be trusted. Such is the premise of Denis Villeneuve’s ambitious sequel to Ridley Scott’s “Blade Runner,” which came out in 1982 and was set, with startling powers of premonition, in 2019. It starred Harrison Ford as Deckard, a cop who hunted down rogue replicants across Los Angeles—a joyless Babel, blitzed by neon glare and lashed by the whip of dirty rain. That was the future back then. How’s it looking now?

Well, the rain hasn’t stopped. Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink; most of it is contaminated, and when K takes a shower it’s over in a two-second blast. The director of photography, Roger Deakins, delights in drowning our senses: enemies clash by night in a frothing torrent, at the foot of a dam, and, in one telling image, K’s boss, Lieutenant Joshi (Robin Wright), is barely visible through a window, such is the deluge streaming across the panes. “It is my job to keep order,” she says, and that order is coming adrift. K has been sent out of town to confront a hulking replicant named Sapper Morton. (He is played by Dave Bautista, who gets better and more solid, if that is possible, with every film.) What K discovers, buried on Morton’s property, is a box of bones, and what the bones reveal is unthinkable: a secret that could undermine the near-fascistic system, upheld by Joshi, whereby replicants do the bidding of humanity. If replicants were to rise up or—perish the thought—to reproduce, there might be no way to contain them.

Not that the film is a hymn to revolution. It runs for nearly three hours, and it looms as large as an epic, with a score, by Hans Zimmer and Benjamin Wallfisch, that feels at times like an onslaught of monumental thuds. Yet the bastions of power—the corporate ziggurats of L.A., cliff-high and elephant gray, which viewers of the first film will recall with awe—remain in place, unbreached, and the hordes at ground level seethe not with a lust for liberation but with a busy trade in high-tech assistance and lowly sexual favors. Moreover, the plot is a small and coiled affair, involving a missing child, and the mood is as inward as anything in the annals of Philip Marlowe, with a dose of Marlowe’s glum self-bullying, as K investigates not only historical crimes but his own potential presence in the labyrinth of the past. The movie doesn’t seem slow, but its clues are minuscule—a single piano key depressed beside its neighbors, a serial number visible only under a microscope—and the action sequences flare up against a backdrop of inaction and an existential dread of getting stuck. The result is at once consuming and confounding, a private puzzle cached inside a blockbuster.

One coup, for Villeneuve, is the return of Harrison Ford, as Deckard. The surprise was sprung in a trailer, months ago, raising expectations that the new movie might clear up the conundrum that has plagued the brains of “Blade Runner” fans since 1982: Is Deckard himself a replicant? I am pleased to report that I still can’t decide. Undying he may or may not be, but he is certainly aging, with a halting gait and a bottle of Johnnie Walker close at hand. He lives alone with—guess what—a shaggy dog, pouring whiskey onto the floor for the mutt to lap at. Ford is splendidly grizzled and gruff, giving the film a necessary rasp, and he even shakes up Ryan Gosling. I happen to like Gosling in hangdog mode, when he yields to the pressure of sentiment, as in “Blue Valentine” (2010), but many of his worshippers prefer the cool constraint that he showed in “Drive” (2011), and that is mostly what we get here. K is an android, after all, who can walk away from a bloody fight without a squeak of complaint, and one purpose of the film is to probe that calm façade. Hence the two scenes in which, after a mission, he is interrogated not by a superior but by a computer that stares at him, with an unblinking lens, and performs a “Post-Trauma Baseline Test.” K must respond to certain words and phrases: “Cells,” “Interlinked,” “A Tall White Fountain Played.” The first time he takes the test, he passes. Later in the film, he fails.

What the hell is going on here, and what does it tell us about the relation of “Blade Runner 2049” to the original? Decode the test, and you realize that the computer is quoting verse:

Cells interlinked within cells interlinked
Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct
Against the dark, a tall white fountain played.

The lines come from Nabokov’s “Pale Fire,” a novel that wraps a poem inside a commentary. The mixture is rich in murder and madness, and you can go crazy, too, piecing together the components of the book; what matters is that each gorges on the other, and so it is with the two parts of “Blade Runner.” The second film doesn’t explicate the first so much as compound its mystery, and, in some respects, I envy those who don’t have to wrestle with the comparison. Younger viewers who’ve never seen Scott’s movie will be granted a delicious jolt as the fully formed dystopia rises out of nowhere to greet their virginal gaze. They can relish the spectacle of K’s police car in flight, while we veterans get a kick out of the newfangled drone that detaches from its roof and, at K’s casual command, goes sniffing around like a gundog. And, if the newbies thrill to Sylvia Hoeks as a Terminator-style replicant, assigned to track the hero in his quest, try not to ruin their fun by mentioning Rutger Hauer, who, shouldering a similar role in 1982, brought us the poetry of implacability. The new film’s idea of an arch-villain is Jared Leto, who has milky orbs for eyes, and who gives the impression, as in last year’s “Suicide Squad,” of an actor straining a little too hard, with dialogue to match: “You do not know what pain is. You will learn.”

Despite all the overlaps, this is not a simulacrum of a Ridley Scott film. It is unmistakably a Denis Villeneuve film, inviting us to tumble, tense with anticipation, into his doomy clutches. “Prisoners” (2013) was as welcoming as a dungeon, and, in “Blade Runner 2049,” the light is no longer, as Nabokov had it, “dreadfully distinct / Against the dark,” for the darkness has overcome it. San Diego is a waste dump, and Las Vegas lurks in a tangerine dream of radioactive smog. And yet, within the gloom, what miracles unfold. Brace yourself for the delivery of a new replicant, not born as a baby but slithering out from a plastic sheath as an instant adult, slimy with fabricated vernix and quaking at the shock of being alive. Suddenly, the lofty questions that swarm around artificial intelligence—Could the feelings familiar to mankind abound within the man-made? Could an operating system grow a soul?—reach a breathtaking consummation, and become flesh.

More wondrous still is Ana de Armas, who plays Joi, a digital program that in turn plays K’s live-in girlfriend. It is no coincidence that Villeneuve’s best films, “Sicario” (2015) and “Arrival” (2016), feature a woman at their center, and, whenever Joi appears, the movie’s imaginative heart begins to race. Upon request, she manifests herself in K’s apartment, switching outfits in a shimmer—a vision that smacks of servility, except that it’s he who seems beholden to her. Gosling looks happiest in these scenes, perhaps because happiness, albeit of the simulated sort, hovers within K’s grasp. And what a simulation: at one point, Joi uses an Emanator, which allows her to escape her virtual self and to experience mortal sensations—the prick of rain on her skin, naturally, and a tangible embrace. Has science fiction, you want to ask, ever conjured a moment quite as romantic as this? And how can it possibly last? It can’t; K gets a voice mail that overrides Joi and freezes her, inches short of a kiss. Love is deleted, and the Blade Runner gets back to work. The future, unlike Heaven, can’t wait. 

Source: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/10/16/blade-runner-2049-the-mysteries-deepen

Blade Runner 2049 – and why eyes are so important in this vision of the future

Even a brief glimpse of Blade Runner 2049 takes you straight into Deckard’s world. Denis Villeneuve’s sequel to Ridley Scott’s sci-fi masterpiece gets the colour palette just right, perfectly capturing the tone of the original.

Achieving the look and feel of the original Blade Runner (1982) is essential because appearances, vision and eyes are key to both the experience and the story.

Blade Runner was ahead of the AI curve when it made sci-fi arguments about identity and philosophy a mainstream concern. Is Deckard a replicant? Do androids have souls? What makes us human?

In the original, seeking answers was all about looking at the eyes. The film’s Voight-Kampff “empathy test”, used by the Blade Runners to identify replicants, now has its own special place in popular culture. The striking image of a glorious blue iris reflecting fire and light has become a cinematic icon; and Rutger Hauer’s emotional final lines when his character, Roy Batty, succumbs to death are a sublime moment in film history:

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

Time to die.

And now Blade Runner 2049 appears primed to expand the exploration of eyes and identity with mind-bending visuals. In the neon flashes and noirish glimmers, Jared Leto’s character, Niander Wallace, muses on the act of creating replicants like a blind god. His white irises have a sinister and mysterious beauty, but they also belie any sense of limitation caused by his lack of sight – even though he can’t see, he has the “vision” to create or end life.

David Bowie was actually Villeneuve’s first choice for the Niander Wallace role. Seen as an influence upon Blade Runner “in many ways”, the late singer was also well-known for his distinctive mismatched eyes that gave him an otherworldly persona – an affect Leto created in his own way with “custom made contact lenses that turned his eyes totally opaque”.

Eye spy

Cinema has often used eyes as a visual code for character and morality. Traditionally, damaged eyes tend to represent “baddies” and corruption – suggesting an off-kilter world seen in a dark and dangerous way. The vicious scar Donald Pleasence has around his right eye as a highly memorable Ernst Blofeld in You Only Live Twice (1967) helps to make him an enduring Bond villain.

The Oscar winning Chinatown (1974), meanwhile, is full of cracked lenses, broken glasses and other means of distorting vision – ending with the disturbing shot of Faye Dunaway, as Evelyn Mulwray, with her eye socket blown apart by a bullet.

And as Carl Fogarty in A History of Violence (2005), Ed Harris relishes showing his scar tissue to the camera as he recalls his eye being ripped out with barbed wire.

Cinema also has its fair share of “old crones” with cataracts setting curses (Drag Me to Hell); blind priests who have forsaken their faith (Father Spiletto in The Omen), and “mutants” with unusual eyes spying on unwitting victims (The Hills Have Eyes).

Computers and robots add a different twist to this psychopathology. The calm red lens of HAL 9000 in 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968); Yul Brenner’s blank metallic eyes in Westworld (1973), and the persistent red dot shining out of Arnie’s silver skull in the original Terminator (1984) all project fear through a sense of the uncanny.

If the thought of a non-human consciousness glimpsed through the eye as a “window to the soul” is consistently unnerving, it is because instead of a human connection there is something else there entirely: the terror and wonder of the unknown.

By contrast, heroes are more likely to benefit from enhanced vision. Christopher Reeve’s Superman (1978) famously has X-ray eyes, while Keanu Reeve’s “Neo” in The Matrix (1999) realises his destiny as “The One” only when he can visualise the code world and see how to change its rules from within.

New look

But our changing perception of eyes and how we see them is also visible onscreen. We now have popular blind superheroes like Daredevil, on film (2003) and TV (2015 onwards), and anti-heroes like Elliot in Mr Robot (2015 onwards) who “sees differently” due to a strange combination of dissociative identity disorder and next-level hacker skills. Rami Malek’s starring eyes, somewhere between the unblinking focus of a screen addict and the wide-eyed paranoia of a drug addict, add a mesmeric quality to his performance of Mr Robot’s complex persona.

Back in Deckard’s increasingly toxic world, it looks like Niander Wallace is set to become an iconic cinematic villain in a film already seen by some as a masterpiece. His cloudy eyes feel well suited to the shadowy undertones of Blade Runner 2049, while his ability to create artificial intelligence offer a dark vision of the future. However bleak an outlook Blade Runner 2049 might visualise, films that look as good as this make it hard to take your eyes off the screen – and offer a glimpse of our future.

Source: https://theconversation.com/blade-runner-2049-and-why-eyes-are-so-important-in-this-vision-of-the-future-85119

BLADE RUNNER 2049: IDENTITY, HUMANITY AND DISCRIMINATION

Blade Runner 2049, like the original, is about what it means to be human. But the ethical implications of cloning could prophesize an ethically fraught future

In this fictional future, bio-engineered humans are known as replicants. Blade Runners “retire” or kill these replicants when they become a threat to society. In both films, we are left wondering what difference there is between a human and a replicant. In the original, rogue replicant Roy Batty – played by Rutger Hauer –comes across as more human than the humans when he delivers his famous “Tears in the Rain” speech.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

THE HUMAN QUESTION

The films raise fundamental questions about personal identity: who are we? What defines the existence of a person from one moment to the next?

Thematically, there is the suggestion that the biological mass, the body, is not what matters, but the mind. In the original, bioengineered Roy seems as human as Harrison Ford’s Rick Deckard – as human as someone could be.

In 2049, the idea is extended further still. Officer K – played by Ryan Gosling – has a girlfriend Joi (Ana de Armas) – she is a creation of Artificial Intelligence (AI) but seems as real as the other characters.

In the Blade Runner films, it is the psychological life, the mental states including dispositions, character and memories that matter, not whether one is a natural human or a bioengineered replicant, or even AI. This implies that AI, if it were to become conscious and have the same mental states as us, should be treated as one of us.

These issues of moral status already face us today.

Scientists in the US and Japan are creating pig-human chimeras using a procedure called blastocyst complementation. A pig embryo is taken and gene editing knocks out the genes for an organ, for example the liver.

In the future, a human skin cell could be taken from a person needing a liver transplant. This would be cloned to produce induced pluripotent stem cells of that person and would then be injected into the early pig embryo. The result would be a pig-human chimera where all the cells in the body are a mixture of pig and human, except the liver. The liver would be human and could then be extracted to save the life of a sick person.

The problem is that it is difficult to predict how human or pig the chimeric organs, including the brain, would be. It is possible the brain could be quite human, but the appearance be pig-like.

How such an animal ought to be treated, and whether it is ethical to take its liver, will depend on its mental states. It could be closer to human than to pig. It will, however, be extremely difficult to assess its psychological capabilities and mental states since it would not have direct language.

The pig-human chimera would be a kind of organ replicant. How it should be treated will depend not on its species membership, or what it looks like, but on what kind of mental states it has.

THE FUTURE OF DISCRIMINATION

Another issue raised in both films is the unjust treatment of the replicants because they are biologically different, though their mental lives turn out to be very similar to ours. In many ways, they are better than us, more humane.

Our biological origins are irrelevant to our moral status and how we ought to be treated.

I coined the term “clonism” – which describes the poor treatment of clones of existing people compared with non-clones. Clonism is what occurs in Nobel prize winning author, Kazuo Ishiguro’s novel, Never Let Me Go. This issue arose in debates around in vitro fertilisation before the 1978 birth of the world’s first IVF baby.

People worried that “test tube” babies would be discriminated against, teased or treated as socially inferior. They haven’t been and nor of course should they be – the process of conception is irrelevant to their moral status and rights.

This will come up if people are genetically selected or even born as the result of gene editing. What was science fiction in 1982 is fast becoming a reality. The prospect of bioengineering human beings using gene editing is with us.

One possible use would be to prevent catastrophic genetic disease in cases where couples have a sole remaining embryo during IVF. But the possibilities could extend to endowing humans with unprecedented abilities as genes could be transferred or introduced from any part of the animal or plant kingdom.

AN INNER LIFE

The moral of the Blade Runner films is that what matters is the quality of mental life, not its biological origins, or even whether it is “original.” In the future, new life forms will exist with mental lives, some of these will be biological in origin and others will arise from AI.

These lives ought to be respected and treated according to psychological properties, not according to physical appearance or the origin of their “hardware.”

In the years since 1982 when Blade Runner was first made, cloning of human beings either by nuclear transfer or embryo splitting has become possible. Genetic selection using whole genome analysis of every gene in the genome is on the horizon.

Gene editing is being done on human embryos and artificial intelligence is increasing exponentially in power. Yet a failure of philosophical understanding of identity and moral status pervades our discussion of these life changing advances in science. Our scientific powers have inordinately increased in the last 35 years but our moral insight has progressed very little.

Source: https://pursuit.unimelb.edu.au/articles/blade-runner-2049-identity-humanity-and-discrimination

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’70s Pink Floyd Songs That We Will Always Remember

Their Glory Years

The 1970s was a glorious era in rock but Pink Floyd rose up and became one of prog-rock’s titans with a string of classic hits that reaffirmed their status as rockstars. Founder and frontman Syd Barrett left in 1968 due to his deteriorating mental health and his unreliability during live performances. Roger Waters stepped up and took on the role of primary lyricist. He was also mostly responsible for coming up with their iconic concept albums.

5. Echoes (Meddle, 1971)

The highlight of their sixth album Meddle, the song takes up the entire side two and clocks in at 23 minutes & 31 seconds. From the structure and texture to Gilmour’s stunning solo, Echoes evolved from some of their live performances. Its working title was Return To The Sun Of Nothing and if you think the song seems deep, that’s because it is. Waters wanted to describe “The potential that human beings have for recognizing each other’s humanity and responding to it, with empathy rather than antipathy.”

4. Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Wish You Were Here, 1975)

A tribute to Syd Barrett, it’s slow and dramatic. And it perfectly conveyed Waters’ distress at seeing Barrett’s state when he wandered into their recording studio. Separated in two parts, the epic track bookends their ninth album Wish You Were Here. It’s one of the most arresting and emotive pieces in Pink Floyd’s catalog. Not surprisingly, this was also difficult to record.

3. Money (The Dark Side Of The Moon, 1973)

In the early ’70s, Pink Floyd were at their creative peak and Money is one of the proofs. From the unusual time signature to the guitar riffs and bass line, it’s as glorious as it can get. Throw in some extended guitar solos by Gilmour and we just couldn’t ask for more. In an interview with Guitar World, Gilmour revealed: “I just wanted to make a dramatic effect with the three solos. The first solo is ADT’d – Artificially Double Tracked. I think I did the first two solos on a Fender Stratocaster, but the last one was done on a different guitar – a Lewis, which was made by some guy in Vancouver. It had a whole two octaves on the neck, which meant I could get up to notes that I couldn’t play on a Stratocaster.”

2. Wish You Were Here (Wish You Were Here, 1975)

Pink Floyd can go from dreamy to fiery but for one of their most hauntingly beautiful pieces, it’s both emotive and poignant. According to Waters, this is another song inspired by Barrett whose battle with his mental health was well-known. Even with plenty of masterpieces on their catalog, this is actually one of the few times when both Waters and Gilmour wrote a song together. Gilmour called it one of their best songs “because of its resonance and the emotional weight it carries.”

1. Comfortably Numb (The Wall, 1979)

This rock anthem perfectly defines Pink Floyd’s sound. It’s one of their most popular and enduring songs. A lot of people mistakenly believed it’s about drugs but Waters has repeatedly denied that and even explained what it’s about. Speaking to Guitar World about his iconic solo, Gilmour said: “I just went out into the studio and banged out 5 or 6 solos. From there I just followed my usual procedure, which is to listen back to each solo and mark out bar lines, saying which bits are good.”

Source: https://societyofrock.com/70s-pink-floyd-songs-that-we-will-always-remember/#:~:text=The%201970s%20was%20a%20glorious,his%20unreliability%20during%20live%20performances.

Looking back at Pink Floyd’s ambitious experiment, ‘Meddle‘ 50 years later

By 1971, Pink Floyd were one of the biggest bands in the world and drowning in touring commitments. They were restricted to only snippets of studio time as they tried to write and record Meddle. The story goes that, while messing around in the Abbey Road studio, Pink Floyd happened upon one note that would form a 23-minute song and define their output as one of the finest prog-rock bands of all time. ‘Echoes’ was the song, and it is just one part of why Meddle is one of the band’s best records.

With limited time and resources, the band’s experimental edge came to slice through the muck and deliver an LP worthy of their high praise. 50 years later, and it appears as though Meddle’s presence in the pantheon of The Floyd is ever-growing, with countless generations resisting the album to witness what accurate, precise and potent musical experimentation is.

No clue and no direction are usually two facets one would like to keep away from the art of making music. But, in the case of Pink Floyd and backed by the talents of the musicians at hand, Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Rick Wright and Nick Mason composed a series of novel sound experiments that would eventually turn into ‘Echoes’. This 23-minute opus would define the entire album. The record is considered a transitional moment for the group, after they had left Syd Barrett’s style behind and before Roger Waters took over lyrical duties, Meddleis blissful in its envelopment of the listener.

The band used several experimental methods to start creating the album. One such method was to ask each band member to play on a track without any knowledge of what the rest of the group had played or would play. The bandmates were also asked to experiment with tempo, with simple directions like “first two minutes romantic, next two up-tempo” being the only notes. The early experiments, titled Nothings, was soon developed into Son of Nothings, which, in turn, was followed by Return of the Son of Nothings as the working title of the LP, before they became a single side of the record, ‘Echoes’.

These experiments would not cease on the flipside of the album. ‘one of These Days’, the album opener, would feature Mason maliciously saying into the mic: “One of these days I’m going to cut you into little pieces.” It drawls on as the bassline builds to an unfathomable climax. It, alongside ‘Echoes’, has become a signature favourite for Floyd’s fans. But the rest of the album is potent and powerful, providing a sincere reflection of Pink Floyd in their expressive pomp.

Simply put, this album was the moment when Pink Floyd moved out of the traditional rock sphere and towards forging a new genre in prog-rock. Initially, the group had been expanding the psyche-rock sound but now jumped out of the realm of rock and towards a new and progressive musical style.

Using everyday objects and brand new techniques, the group were very much on the path towards greatness. In fact, it was the first step towards their most beautiful records, and without Meddle, many of them would not have been made at all. This album is the foundation stone for all of that work, and everybody else’s within the prog-rock arena.

Source: https://faroutmagazine.co.uk/pink-floyd-album-meddle-50-years-later/

Classics Revisited: Pink Floyd – ‘Meddle’

Anytime I happen to listen to Meddle, or hear any of its strange and – quite frankly, confusing – array of tracks, I appreciate more and more the circumstantial limbo that this weird and beautiful album found itself conceived within (hear me out – the context is important, and slightly intriguing) – and how this ultimately birthed what is now considered one of Pink Floyd’s greatest achievements.

It’s no secret that Pink Floyd were going through a rough, and creatively inconsistent patch following the nervous breakdown and departure of founding member, frontman, and writer Syd Barrett in 1968. With new talent in the form of David Gilmour, who would later fuel Floyd’s more accessible and famous sound, they were yet to release a palpable, consistent third album – and so the group were let loose upon Abbey Road studios in early 1971, collaborating properly as a band for the first time. And in the improvisational revelry, in the search for an elusive, mysterious sound, unfolded Meddle, released in October of 1971.

I say all of this because Meddle as an album – to me at least – makes no sense. The album comprises an eclectic side A of five contrasting tracks, and a side B of only one song – the epic, mesmerising, 23-minute-long Echoes, somewhere between prog-rock and post-rock: art-rock and soundscape. Ranging from the intensity of the opening track One of These Days, to the melodic, lackadaisical central songs – music akin to floating on the clouds – and eventually, back to Echoes, which shatters the peace and resonates with a fervid grandeur that’ll somehow make you wish the 23 minutes (and 33 seconds) would never end.

In fact, it’s really not fair of me to group the central four tracks together so haphazardly. The soothing A Pillow of Winds, calms us down from the intensity: a more accessible track which slows the pace of the album down – followed by the beautiful Fearless, famously finishing with a rendition of the Liverpool anthem You’ll Never Walk Alone. After that we have the bluesy San Tropez, a track I can only describe positively and using the words ‘little ditty’; and 5th comes the only weakness of the album, a simple song called Seamus (About a dog of the same name): a joke track Gilmour included, meant as a small respite, but which ultimately fell short and failed to provide any real substance to the creatively dense Meddle (Gilmour later said of the song: “I guess it wasn’t really as funny to everyone else [as] it was to us»). Finally Echoes hits – powerful, grand and a little terrifying. All I’ll say is it’s really a must-listen track.

Yet, despite all of this perplexity, Floyd manages to tie each estranged and mystifying track into something more powerful than the sum of its parts – and in doing so, produces what can only be considered as a classic – an essential album which paved the way for a multitude of avant-garde genres and artists (admittedly Echoes does this almost all by itself), and showed the world the true potential of the group.

Meddle – sonically and contextually – falls between a classically Pink Floyd sound, and something entirely different. Echoes itself could be considered a standalone achievement, but the rest of the album brings together the remaining enigmatic tracks which act as a lead up to the grand finale, and should be enjoyed almost (but not quite) as much. This album will forever hold a special place for me as it was one of the cornerstone albums I listened to in school, which would pave the way for my own passion for experimental and strange music, a love which I hold to this day.

Source: https://www.themicmagazine.co.uk/post/classics-revisited-pink-floyd-meddle

Echoes by Pink Floyd

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where’s or why’s
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb toward the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance, two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can?

And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday
You fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky